I have seen people love like red roses and some that love like playgrounds and thorns.
Caged bird singing.
Penguins swimming.
A boy with a hat that hides his horns
River streams flowing,
Seeds continue growing,
A woman that sings a lullabye when the day is gone
If only my grandpa had seen my poetry and my aunty.
Oh, but what if they had known
If only the great poets have known.
How i have grown, their rhymes have awaken a poetic fire on my soul.
It was then i realise that i must continue writing on my own..................
