the butterfly smiles

This poem is dedicated to my younger sister Citele. The world has lost a warm, loving soul who was still full of life. May she rest in ease and we shall always look out for her smile. you do not die in death She loved pink and yellow, thus the balloons and the reference to … Continue reading the butterfly smiles

while the rumour is raw

while the rumour is raw deal with it delicately figure out facts silently sift through the suspect ~ responsible reporting ~ ** (Aren't we all under the heavy influence of media? Conveying my message through alliterations, which I love to use...though not to overuse)