A poem from my schooling.

Oh life..

A poem about war.

The world will continue, with or without us, as it is oblivious to it resident fleas!

Poetry.

I wrote this poem when I was little girl.

When people need to rise and defend themselves and their country!

Many soldiers do not return home and many do. Many of the
ones that do, do not come home the same way they left. This poem is about a physical change….

Wrote this when I was thinking of my old grand-pa, May his soul RIP!

Wrote this while going down history lane.