Will you stare into my eyes when I say I missed you, To see the strings that hold my heart melt before your gaze And
It’s grandeur how trees culture mushrooms, Gathering all little termites to themselves And providing their needs of shelter and food Their branches are playground for
A great king of a land far away in the East had a daughter who was very beautiful, but so proud, and haughty, and conceited,
Good morning. I promised to take some shots during my morning walk. I’m not a good photographer though.There’s a thick fog this morning. These kind
Airy evening for all tree dwelling fellows Sparrows sing, Robins bass as crickets chirp Two happy lovers sit listening *** Hello everyone. I promised to
I’m back to Ovim Isuikwuato, my hometown. It has been a long week for me, marking and grading students’ math exam. Coupled with the noisy
I stumbled on this and think it is worth sharing. Thank you Miracle Kelechi for the reminder that there is more to life than worries.
Soft wool, fluffy pillow, starry night Three fellows bidding a shepherd sleep Crickets sing from cracks in the wall
Do you know why there is no king in the animal kingdom? Here is a story narrating why. I wrote this poetale a longtime ago.
Ah. It’s December the first again. The Year’s last born month. 😊 Good morning everyone. I wish you all a great month and merry Christmas