Poems from ngopes
Remember that you are dust, and to dust you shall return
We come from dust;
we return to dust.
When our bodies die, our spirit returns to...
Towards eveninga strand of tinselstrings across my verandaits loose ends rustling in the wind.A row of diyas stow on the ledgesmelling of...
He Kept me on a call
Sunlight comes in through the slats,
in the brown blinds over my window,
casting strips of light over the white table cloth.
Warm leaves...
It wasn’t too long ago…
the seventy feet horse-shoe shape steel,
hangs from the cliff,
Like a pier extend into the sea.
Both ends...