Hello all, I hope you are having a wonderful day. I am dedicating this space to my favourite poems written. My golden poems. The ones that really touched me and I had difficulty writing.
I will try and put a little commentary with each one as to my thoughts on it. I would love to hear your thoughts and know if you related to it.
One of my very first haikus, thinking just about a homeless person. We cross in the streets everyday but do we ever stop to think about them. How do they cope in the cold, how do they sleep at night. Do they have family? Are they lost? Have you ever spoke to a homeless person. Given them money, food a coffee or even just a hello?