A week of Poetry It starts on a Monday, where the mundane makes my mind so messy the most logical method of maintaining, me … is manifesting my mad moods through poetry, so I sat with a pen, till Tuesday told me to try telling my tales to tears that never fell, thanks to the…
We are one We are the past, we are the future, we are humanity Our history is not a thing of beauty But it made us who we are, learned from our mistakes And at times that’s all it takes To be able to see the decency in this society we live in We are…
