Poems from ngopes
That early July morning, I woke up to a sound of someone sobbing,
I threw my blanket off my body, and ran down the stairs,My Grandfather...
Ram, the cold December evening that year—
The bus swerved down through the mist,
on a narrow winding road behind rugged hills.
We sat...
The sky was not blue that day.
The glowing orbs of white light was seen throughout, like an angel's presence.
The road to the downtown...
That cold December evening-
As the Southbound train pulled into the station,
A blasts of wind greeted me.
With a metallic squeal, the doors...
Along the river bank,
Behind the trees,
lay a small heart-shaped pond,
fenced with moss- grown stones.
Near the pond, I lay on my beach...