Londinum
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Born in Salt Lake City, Utah, London A. Holbrook is a young aspiring writer currently studying in Maryland for his degree in English and literature. Over the course of writing since 10, London has found a love and interest in writing and ultimately, gravitating towards poetry. Through this medium, London gives his perspective on the world both abstractly and personally from his life, his health, his lessons, his adversities, his triumphs and his losses. He plans on mastering his craft and one day publishing his work in a collection that can provide relation and insight to those in need of answers and company

Joined: March 2022 Last seen: 1 year ago

Submitted Poems 1 total

Tree-Home A bird sings to my childhood, Through red of oak foliage, Trickling down centuries old bark, And young rusted nails. The little boy calls out, From all those years ago, Who use to leave his cries, On the autumn wind. Now Stands before... – *by London Holbrook*	557 Views added 2 years ago	Rating

A bird sings to my childhood,
Through red of oak foliage,
Trickling down centuries old bark,
And young rusted nails.

The little boy calls out,
From all those years ago,
Who use to leave his cries,
On the autumn wind.

Now Stands before...

– by London Holbrook

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