Poems from ngopes
It was early morning, I felt the sting of cold
just before the New Year’s Day.
I was walking up the platform for morning walk
holding its...
I wake up before
the break of the day
when the birds have just begun to sing.
I sit on my purple cushion filled with
coastal seashell,...
All these years haven't changed me much
They hole up in the kitchen to fugure out
a piece of thread hung from the tail
her smile concealed under the folds of her face
without any signs of ending
hanging from a vine
feild...
I finally got my snowman tightly packed
with a pile of snow, no bigger than a bunny rabbit,
for my daughter of 3 in the front yard.
It...