Something about your poems makes me want to read them again.
Wake up, everybody. No more sleeping in bed. It is time to use our youth. When our bones become frail, we would sit beneath the moonlight and tell our tales. Well done.
Something about your poems makes me want to read them again.
Wake up, everybody. No more sleeping in bed. It is time to use our youth. When our bones become frail, we would sit beneath the moonlight and tell our tales. Well done.
Thank you so much. Absolutely, we need to work while we can so we can have wonderful tale to tell and a good example to model for coming generation.