I look around oh! ,what I see. If I really look I see nothing but beauty. It’s all around us but we don’t see. It’s in the flowers when they first bloom. It’s in the sky with clusters of clouds. It’s on the birds that fly above. Even the rain is beautiful to watch, to hear the sound in every drop. The deep blue sea that hold a lot of mystery’s is magic in it self oh! what a beauty. The creation of humans a gift from god , capable to love and be love. The new born babies when they first see the light . With a mothers unconditional love starts. Our world is a beauty if you only try to see. It’s not all ugliness as you can see... By : Fernanda Satumbaga Balan 05/22/2020
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I’m troubled. I can’t help it, my tears is rolling down my checks. I can’t stop my emotions for I’m missing you guys. I feel so all alone. I remember the days when we used to laugh together. Silly things it doesn’t matter we laughed. How we use to lay down on mama’s bed like little chicks around the mother hen. I remember the talks we use to have when we get the lectures that last for hours. As if she really wants to plant the words on our minds. I remember the outings like fishing or hunting. I remember when mama stays up cause we’re ill. I remember mama Would feed us using her hands like little birds we wait for our turn. I’m missing those days for now I’m alone. Haven’t seen you guys for I don’t how long. I’m missing the love we used to share, that’s seems to have went away. It bring me tears just thinking about it. For at one time, it seems that loves all around to stay I thought the bond is enough to hold us together. But you see I messed up, but I’m only human I made mistakes . Can’t you forgive me, give me another chance. For I’m really missing you, my family that I used to have......... Forgive me, I’m so lonely it’s tearing me apart....... by: Fernanda Satumbaga Balan 05/21/2020
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TICK TOCK
11.59. Even though the glass had shattered, Lorna could still see that her watch ticked over. One minute until midnight. Her watch was the only thing she had that she could carry. The only thing to remember her parents by. A birthday present from last year, the year she turned seventeen.
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