My Thoughts When I look At The Sky

You must make a decision that you are going to move on. It won't happen automatically. You will have to rise up and say," I don't care how hard this is, I don't care how disappointed I am. I am not going to let this get the best of me. I'm moving on with my life.😊
The view on the way back from my hometown.❤

By, Dharshini.

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The Bermuda Triangle

The Bermuda triangle, also known as the devil's triangle, is a loosely defined region in the western part of the North Atlantic Ocean where a number of aircraft and ships are said to have disappeared under mysterious circumstances. Most reputable sources dismiss the idea that there is any mystery. The vicinity of the Bermuda Triangle is one of the most heavily traveled shipping lanes in the world, with ships frequently crossing through it for ports in America, Europe and the Caribbean Islands. By,Hishalini.

Review Of Poem The River by Valerie Bloom

Hi dear viewers!Today i would like to share about a poem which i used to love to read when I was Form 1.This poem is quiet famous among the secondary school students and this poem was used for English literature in certain states in Malaysia.Well,the title of poem is The River written by Valerie Bloom.Mrs.Valerie Bloom was born in Jamaica and came to England in 1979. She studied English with African and Caribbean Studies at the University of Kent at Canterbury. She writes poetry in English and Jamaican patois for all ages, and has performed her work throughout the world, with many television and radio appearances. Her poetry is included in a number of anthologies and she tutors regularly for schools and colleges.She have several collection as well such as : 2013-Jaws and Claws and Things With Wings 2008-A Soh Life Goh 2008-The Tribe 2006-On Good Form: Poetry Made Simple 2005-A Twist in the Tale 2003-One River, Many Creeks: poems from all around t...

Flowers by Pearlyn

They have no mouth, but seem to speak A thousand words so mild and meek. They have no eyes , but seem to see And bury thoughts into me. They have no ears, but seem to hear All my cries, my every tear. They have no arms, but seem to pat When with worries my heart is fat. They have no feet, but seem to walk Along with me in my dreams and talk. They, I know, are the flowers so nice That spread their fragrance a million miles. Grow a few and then you'll know How your life is fresh and new. With a smile so broad, I thank my God, Whose work to imagine is really too hard. By, Dharshini.

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