Woke Up to the Dread of the World
Wishing all breezes could sing me comforting rhymes Still furled up in the bed thread Wishing to be swirled up by some kind of dancing chimes Only silence lurked No birds chirped No...
Freedom
Desire to ride my bike rose, Like a new-born bird I fell From my first flight. I tried twice I fell from my flight again, I tried thrice I fell again. Tears slid...