who am I ? God created me why? am I a child? born to be crazy and wild. am I an adult? who has a…
Category: Poetry
a river is born on the mountains, she comes out in the form of little fountains. like a small child she falls on the ground,…
when the sun rises above the horizon, it is then when the day is born. the sun spreads it’s red colour all around, seeing the…
books are just books, they are for nothing else, read it, shut it, and keep it back on the shelves. people who have such theories…
once I dived deep into the sea, swimming in the underwater, I was thinking how lonely I am here when I suddenly heard a laughter.…