Like the thrill of a bird in the twilight’s soft hush;
Floating up on the breeze like the tones of a bell,
Or the music that dwells in the heart of the shell:
Oh, the laugh of a child, so wild and free: a watered well
Most times you don’t have anything you say,
only images would express how you feel,
only a final year student would understand this.
you need a purpose for this post?
here you go
if one thing I’ve learnt is to be happy no matter the situation so i dance shoki and give all the praise to God.
So like the child that laughs: I dream, of a thousand and one days of laughter…
that would never end.