The crescent moon– never revealing her all, just like i am. Advertisements
I stare at the leaves. The ground is beckoning them. The leaves fall, then I. x, m my attempt to make a haiku!
Till human voices wake us, and we drown. -The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S. Eliot my favorite poem
this might get too personal, be prepared. i’m not a scholar, so these are just my personal thoughts. Chapter 8: Prospects It seems to me that he’s trying to tell us that we try to understand nature by using science and logic. As a biology major, I frequently ask myself why my teachers tell me […]
Benthic Zone She once wanted the stars But now, she hardly knows where to start. She could barely reach the lowest cloud from the ground. Deeper than the Marianas is where she dwells, In the deepest depths, she was damned. here is my attempt to write something! helpful critics are greatly appreciated.