Poems from ngopes
It wasn’t too long ago… On the mountain cliff,the Horse shoe shape steel hangs 70 ft out,Like a pier extend into the sea.Both ends anchored...
Morning light pours in,
from the chink in the roof,
leaving lace like patterns on the veranda.
I watch my grandma milk the cow,
its smell...
Towards afternoon,
my Grandma smeared the front yard,
with fresh cow dung, Its smell wafting off
all through the house.
I hid behind a...
When you fall,
You get back up,
Even one thousand times.
How many times do you fall in life?
Until you'll want to get up?
When you are in...
Morning light pours in,
from the chink in the roof,
leaving lace like patterns on the veranda.
I watch my grandma milk the cow,
its smell...