Poems from ngopes

Memory of a forgotten city A rusty lamp, half fill with kerosene, sits at one corner of my room, its flame stirs on the wooden wall.   The...
Together we went off into the mountains An ebon pillar of tradition seemed he, in his garb of old fashioned fabric aloft between the wide...
On a cool afternoon in Januarythe Sun comes through the pair of drab-gray curtains over the sinkon the kitchen table, near the stacks of...
Inside the wide white walls of Virginia Lottery Office hall a huge crowd of people gathered, and a local media crew had also arrived, from...
Thinking of you We carried you on an orange stretcher through the red doors of the emergency ward on a life-line machine towards the...

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