Writers Week: Late (poem)

Writers Week: Late (poem)

I was late, too late to see her. I saw her in my front. Standing there in all her beauty. Her hair…

Too many Flavors (poem)

Too many Flavors (poem)

Vanilla, Caramel, chocolate.Flavors all sweet in taste.Each different from the other.Each different in a shape.Common flavors have their common difference.Size, color, texture-All…