Sonnet
Sundial Sonnets
They say every city keeps one secret rooftop, a place where the noise grows shy and the wind remembers your name. The rooftop garden above Building Forty-Three was such a place. Most people assumed the rusted elevator simply didn’t go that high anymore, but the truth was simpler: the garden didn’t want to be found by anyone who wasn’t ready to slow down.
By LUNA EDITH4 months ago in Poets





