Poetry

Eating Seeds

Tomorrow crawls up your sleeves. You do not hearken. Rather, you kick up dust and play blame games in the mud while the frail eyes of your mind see other hands turning brown to green. Tomorrow cries as you kick up more dust You still do not listen Rather, using Read more…

By ife, ago
Poetry

Happiness

Happiness is not having what you like but liking what you have. In every challenging situation, there is always something to be grateful for. Life would always be full of many ups and downs, highs and lows, twists and turns, but it all makes one stronger. And teaches not to Read more…

By ife, ago