Daytime
To
Nighttime
Quiet morning
To
A chaotic evening
Delicious breakfast with a hope of a restful night
To
A dustful dinner with the thought of seeing the sun rise
Kids smiling in the playground
To
A squished skull with a squeezed heart as body lied on the ground with the roof pressed on top
Just got married
To
a widower by night
my son kissed me goodbye saying I'll see you later
To
Having no sign of him
We were like small ants
No where to run
No where to hide
as the giant dance with us maliciously
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Poverty
PoesíaThis is a poetry book. the purpose of this book is not to make you feel sympathy for those experiencing hardship around the world only but simply open your eyes about poverty and how it is affecting people all around you. This book will be mostly o...
