She might have blisters in her hand, and bruises on her face, besides that extraordinary smile. It was what her mother did, what her grandmother taught her, And it is what she believes the most. She wakes too early, she... Continue Reading →
To my little friend in bed no.15, Your eyes sparkle the brightest, And so does your smile, Your constant desire to learn to draw, Draw a house, a tree, And as you ask me for my pen To write your... Continue Reading →