African Poetry
Poetry: Tears on the Track - The Deceptive Path of Love
Sad how I've run for years, A race without destination and but tears, Dawn to dusk, filled with…
Sad how I've run for years, A race without destination and but tears, Dawn to dusk, filled with…
One problem with gazing too frequently into the past is that we may turn around to find the future …
In a world filled situations and circumstances that can mar people and leave them depressed and sui…
Toria got to work on a winter Monday and to her surprise, she met a crisp envelope on her desk. Uns…
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