When the world's asleep, in the quiet of morn, The sunrise, like a legend, is gently born. It peeks over the hills, in a shimmering gown,
By karthik2 years ago in Poets
Once upon a time, back when I was just a regular kid heading to school, something special happened that I still remember with a smile. Picture this: a normal day, sun up, school ahead, and me on my way.
