Today’s Seed, Tomorrow’s Tree
Originally posted on Writings of Niaz:
The love rose blooms, 5 petals in red The parents let their infant rest in bed White clouds cover the skies of blue Mother’s love, to her…
Originally posted on Writings of Niaz:
The love rose blooms, 5 petals in red The parents let their infant rest in bed White clouds cover the skies of blue Mother’s love, to her…
Skin, gin and sin city Pretty lady sat near me at the tavern and I said hello. She smiled and she came nearer. She caressed my military hair-cut and she asked.… Continue reading
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Seconds in time I learn in a bloody crazy life, seconds become so important. I went to war in 1991, I called my Grandfather Reyes from Kuwait. My sister answered the… Continue reading