THE FEAR OF MY CHILDREN
The terror of my children...
THEY ARE NOT RETURNING
Sing my song...
THE SERVANT
I am, an instinctive slave...
Westley
He is only one year old and cute as can be, his...
There was once a girl who braved the world
She fought hard and she fought strong...
In between stuck in the mingling of hearts,
Girls around here and there tearing us apart...
Saintly my son
Much more handsome...
Like the falling rains from the sky
After years of drought...
A snap shot of time like a dew drop gathering the...
comes crashing in defining all that happened...
Once you get attached to someone then his silence...
So, I began writing one more
As today my emotions are on the shore...
Before you read this poem it is very long
because I wrote this in Loop Poetry style...