A ten year old child was writing a piece of poetry! Hiding inside in his bathroom.. away from the glare of his parents and his relatives, he was writing about the feeling of love!
Sky is simmering gray I watch it through the window The clouds are muscular I am a leaf on winter’s branch the one who shivers like an owl Sometimes I mask myself so parts of me form dazzling illusions If sky were cold ash it would be my mood a dark room somewhere a […]
Fairy Lights I am at ease All the time When I get scared Of that pitch dark room in the night
Everything that is nice is not good good for me or if I look nice then I may not be good good for that!