The sky turns dark and gloomy as the rain comes down. The owls hoot and the crickets chirp. The wind howls and the leaves rustle. An chair sits...
Samuel Hernandez
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When the horses gallop, Across vast Mongolian steppes, Huts whisper their memories.
Jin Bergman
Memories in fire, Burning and burning for hours Not only ours, many.
Drew Stickel
Growing up in a military household has shifted my way of living. During my childhood in Jacksonville, Florida, I lived in a one-story, off-white...
Kiyomi Miranda
Overseas we fly The dandelions scatter Away we will go
Scarlett Adams
I say goodbye to all I know My family, friends, country, and home. I know I am not allowed to mope, But who is to say how I am supposed to cope...
Maryan Frilles