FORLORN NIGHTS OF SPRING
I am his siren, and I sing out for him; FORLORN NIGHTS OF SPRING is a collection of poetry. © 2017-2018 ally maková, all rights reserved.
I am his siren, and I sing out for him; FORLORN NIGHTS OF SPRING is a collection of poetry. © 2017-2018 ally maková, all rights reserved.
These poems shall tell the untold miseries of the descendants of diaspora written souls. Enjoy.
For those who need love and support. WARNING This poems is meant to uplift women who have dark skin. Don't like Don't read
Collection of my musings. ❤️ Wattpad has millions of wonderful books written by beautiful souls globally and you're here reading this book so I feel honoured. Thank you so much for choosing to read this book. Do not forget to drop a note if this book made you smile in the message board or the comment section. ♥ Highes...
La Douleur Exquise (French): The heart-wrenching pain of wanting someone unattainable. _____________________________________ short poetry/prose series lowercase intended
A poem expressing how many young black women feel in this world today.
Let the curtains rise Let the show begin Let the rhythms rhyme Even the audience is so keen What are you waiting for Open the mystery box Full of smiles and tears It'll make you dance on the rocks Yes, it'll make you sing along and dance... *** The poetic journey which started in RHYME, RHYTHM AND POETRY continues on...
Katie: The pressure to be pretty. Nathan: The pressure to provide. Paige: The pressure to be loved. Aiden: The pressure to be perfect. Jocelyn: The pressure to be accepted. Everyone has a pressure. What's yours?