The Allure of Geography
In a world where maps roll and fold,Barbed wire catches tales untold.Geography’s allure is an upland,Lines drawn by a man’s hand.Why not make borders more bold!...
In a world where maps roll and fold,Barbed wire catches tales untold.Geography’s allure is an upland,Lines drawn by a man’s hand.Why not make borders more bold!...
It takes avillage to raise a child,the proverb says. To hear a child’s pain,sight and touch are senses to use in a deaf worldwhere no-one has bandwidth to...
Can a poem repeat itself?Humanity as an uncountable nounHumanity as an uncountable noun and a state of being humanHumanity as an uncountable noun, a state of be...