Poems from ngopes

Ram, the cold December evening that year—   The bus swerved down through the mist, on a narrow winding road  behind  rugged hills. We sat...
The sky was not blue that day. The glowing orbs of white light was seen throughout, like an angel's presence.   The road to the downtown...
That cold December evening- As the Southbound train pulled into the station, A blasts of wind greeted me. With a metallic squeal, the doors...
Along the river bank, Behind the trees, lay a small heart-shaped pond, fenced with moss- grown stones. Near the pond, I lay on my beach...
When the ferry cruised down North looking for whales, The fresh Ocean air lingered on the deck. I came up to the edge of the deck, holding...

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