There’s twinkling stars across the dark night, Tiny, shiny dots adorning the wide firmament Then sang the Whistling pines a song, so sweet That the
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
Every child deserves to be loved. Children can be at their best selves when loved and would reciprocate this act while growing. So if love
My poems are like sounds of flowing water, It tells of no serious things in particular; But little of people that wash others’ feet And
November, 2019 is finally here and the year is almost done! There might be setbacks on our way but note that it’s not over yet.
It was Israel More who said: “You should either be like the candle that produces light or like a mirror which reflects it. Pray for