Holiday
The Last Storm
The wind howled through the empty streets, carrying with it the scent of rain that would never come. The sky, a dull shade of gray, loomed over the remains of a once-thriving city. Crumbling buildings stood like forgotten tombstones, their windows shattered, their walls cracked by time and neglect. The world had dried up, leaving nothing but dust and despair in its wake.
By Pranshu verma2 years ago in Poets
O Canada, My Home So Grand!
O Canada, Land So Free O Canada, so bold and bright, With mountains high and stars at night. Your rivers dance, your forests sing, Oh, what joy your seasons bring! The maple waves its fiery hue, A golden red, a stunning view. In wintertime, the snowflakes fall, A sparkling coat, a frosty shawl. The loons cry out, the moose stand tall, The bears roam wild—big and small! From ocean tides to prairies wide, We hold our home with love and pride. With open hearts, we stand as one, Beneath the sky, the shining sun. O Canada, so strong, so true, Forever home, we stand with you!
By Vijay Verma2 years ago in Poets
