.Little visions.

Visions small, confined by my four white walls, my vision is smallbut I hope to see it all. Homeless people by the streets,all they are asking is for some shelter and wheat. Dying people asking for hospital beds,and a “No!” tears their family to shreds. Many times, I used to walk by,feeling life was suchContinue reading “.Little visions.”

Home Again

I woke to the rustling of the leaves,As they hug the bark,Tighter each day.I woke to the cooing of the birds,As the perch elegantly,With no fear.I woke to the woodpecker,Busy with its pecking,A new home.I jump up from bed,The sounds this time different,Not the sweet birds or leaves,But big machines.And in one quick move,The homesContinue reading “Home Again”

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