Poems from ngopes
My friend—Many years from now
By the time I know myself better,
I will have grown very old.
I will have exhausted all the excitements of...
When I ran along the woods near my home,
I felt my breaths heaving,
as they panted in and out of my parted lips.
The vibe and ambience of...
I wouldn’t say I wasn’t born with a silver spoon,I believe, regardless, life is always beautiful,I also wouldn’t say that I am of little to...
It would bear no fruits, but
always green, be it summer or winter.
The wind would bend the branches, carrying all dear memories back to me...
That cold October morning, the race was on.
Slender legs men and women runners,
swarmed under clear blue sky at Pentagon.
It was 8:00 AM,...