Give a book it doesn’t cost much I was once a village kid. Growing up in thick jungle. I had no idea what a plane looked like, what it felt like to get on a car or how amazing a high - raised building was. I was so young when we moved to remote Musa in Oro Province. It was a … Continue reading Give a book it doesn’t cost much



  We sit and stare at each other Seconds go by, minutes go by My heart burden as I watch her with nervousness Her brown eyes stare directly at me With grief deep down inside She was waiting for me to say a word I was waiting for her to hutter a sound before I … Continue reading Gone