Whistle

A temporal tune

The day was calm
And my mind was clear
There wasn’t a sound or stir
Or none that I could hear

Liberty: A Sin

Responsibility is the price of freedom; to be irresponsible means to be undeserving

Pride Has No Place

Not in any loving relationship

POETRY | Mother’s Day

Once a Mother

Always a Mother — Mother’s Day Poems

Wake Up, Humans!

A Message From A Dying Planet