ASHWAG BALALA

POEM OF THE DAY:

 

You will grow old one day.

Those cinnamon strands upon your head will turn grey.

 

But know that the grey you see will be silver to me.

And you, Im sure as heaven, deserve to be.

So don't let them say you can't put out the sun.

 

If the moon could, your fire can.

 

-Ashwag Balala