Poems

Looking at the stars

Laid down on the dew-drenched grass, I can see the bats fly over and pass. They squeak and send their echoes, Working to get food and maybe feed their egos. The sky is clear, once in a blue moon, I see how the stars shine and just swoon. There are more than I could ever… Continue reading Looking at the stars

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Musings

Why I miss being a child

Most of you aren't children anymore, are you? I am not really one either. I do consider myself to be a child as I'm still quite young, but I'm not really a kid in the true sense now. When I was, I never thought I'd miss being a kid. As a kid, I always thought,… Continue reading Why I miss being a child