Poems from ngopes

Fireworks Late evening, we came home carrying folding chairs over our shoulders along with the weight of fireworks in our body. The...
They wake up to the sound of cockas the morning light pours inthrough the chink in the balconyleaving a lace like pattern on the floor....
Village The morning light pours in, through the chink in the roof, leaving a lace-like pattern on the veranda. The white jersey cow laps up...
The dust from the screeching tyres rose behind us as the bus pulled in in front of the unknown lodge. It made our loose bags hanging out of...
Beach Memory:The Atlantic Ocean stretches  out its shore with miles of grey sand lapped by waves. The Sun cast its halo upon the face of...

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