Growing up was fun When all we did was rhyme Play, play, and sing songs Not minding time pass by While we watched our planes Fly high high up the sky Or our kites being flown Kissing the sun in sight The ground our canvas Where beauty was expressed Our … Continue Reading GROWING UP


WORDS Are words mere words? Or loud whispers? Our innermost contemplations? And echoes of our hearts? But words have meaning Or at least they ought to have; Words can bring sorrows or joy They bear on their wings: tears or smiles, For by the word of a man Wars have … Continue Reading Words