Sandra maksimovic - 🧡 Sandra maksimovic

Writing poetry is a bridge that allows people to express their feelings and make others live every single word they read.

Alec Yeaton's Son GLOUCESTER, AUGUST, 1720 The wind it wailed, the wind it moaned, And the white caps flecked the sea; "An' I would to God," the skipper groaned, "I had not my boy with me! Writing poetry is to help this community better understand life and live it more passionately.

In one case, an underage Afghan migrant even reported being "tortured by the police" with electric shocks.

Snug in the stern-sheets, little John Laughed as the scud swept by; But the skipper's sunburnt cheeks grew wan As he watched the wicked sky.