Here is a poem, a question, a cry for and by the dead and the living: A hundred and fifty million noses sniffing the air, Searching for the fragrance that...
(Ordeals of Mother Earth) Tell them I've not ordered the killings Which has resulted to the fleeing. So, they should beware Of what used to be rare. Tell them water...
[caption id="attachment_4593" align="aligncenter" width="436"] www.facebook.com/WRRPoetry [Miracles][/caption]Have you heard of wonders, Ancient miracles? Look you at the pyramids, The hanging gardens, The Acropolis? Things of great mystery Yesterday morning I saw...