Poems from ngopes

Morning light pours in, from the chink in the roof, leaving lace like patterns on the veranda. I watch my grandma milk the cow, its smell...
Towards afternoon, my Grandma smeared the front yard, with fresh cow dung, Its smell wafting off all through the house.     I hid behind a...
When you fall, You get back up,  Even one thousand times. How many times do you fall in life? Until you'll want to get up? When you are in...
Morning light pours in, from the chink in the roof, leaving lace like patterns on the veranda. I watch my grandma milk the cow, its smell...
The mind deserts the body it has used Don’t live like waiting for death silence in heaven The lantern light from deeper in the barn Shone...

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