Poems from delopra
Crash.
Crash.
Falling,
Falling,
Falling,
Felled.
Down to the pit, to the wretched rabbit hole.
In the bottom of our...
I’m writing to the child, whose name cannot be told,
For although he is nameless,
When he turns and sees this,
He will have grown old...
This poem is dedicated to all of the teachers and educators. Thank you for all that you do-without the passionate people dedicating their...
Nestled in a nook, near a bank by a creek,
Live curious minds that prod and seek,
A cure for their cravings, and so they yearn,
For an...