Poem They are walking through the forests, Wise and clear so you can’t hear, Changing their colors, Through every step they walk on, Water droplets landing on their body makes them blue, Walking on stems or leaves make their body green, Walking...
Archive - July 29, 2019
Civet, A Short Poem Civets are scared, Why are they scared, They must had heard the howls of the wolves, Or their dens had been destroyed, No, I think they are shy creatures. (By Sarah Shahzad)