Friendship
THE WAIT, THE RETURN.
The elderly woman was sitting on a worn-out rock, her skin scarred with the passage of time like parchment roasted in the sun. The youngsters of the fishing town whispered to her that she carried pearls of knowledge, stories weaved from the secrets of the sea and the moonlight. Her name was Matilda. I, Aliko, went in search of a pearl for my own broken heart today.
By CONSTANT AKPAH2 years ago in Poets
How we CAN Solve Homelessness!
~How we CAN Solve Homelessness!~ Well we're on the right path by having meetings together... But it's important still that we all have Positive thoughts and feelings about all the right changes that we can make, by staying strong and not giving up!
By Jennifer Cooley2 years ago in Poets




