Poems from daliattran
If the world was on its last day
Would you take your hand in mine?
We can step back and watch life play
Before our eyes like a movie
If the...
I'm like a bird, flying high
Everyday in the sky
I get shot, and I cry
This is ending my life
I fall down, on the ground
No one hears this...
When I was young, I shared a room with my Grandma.
She slept on the left side of my queen-sized bed.
And one Summer day, she gave me some...