Friendship
The Pulse of Hearts
The Pulse of Hearts Whoever reads the title would say, peace emerges here, For there is no harmony or peace without honoring the phrase. You may ask Do you mean the beating of hearts or their fluttering? Or do you sanctify it and call it the joy of hearts? Or what do you name it? Do you call it the soul of hearts?
By Ali Sadeek Ahmedabout a year ago in Poets
Left Behind
Left Behind It was the kind of night that clung to the bones—cold and silent. The moon hung low, a pale ghost in the sky, casting long shadows over the abandoned town. Cars sat rusting on broken roads, their windshields cracked, their tires deflated. Windows, once gleaming with light, were now dark and empty, as if the very essence of life had been sucked from the streets.
By FRANCIS IKEGBUNAMabout a year ago in Poets
