therisingwriter (Rwanda) published:
The winds blew gently through the trees as I stepped out of the house. I could feel the pacific breeze thrust airily on my cheeks. The calls of the weaver birds had faded and the chirping of crickets was soaring in the serene night. Yawning and stretching my arms, I walked to the side of the house for a short glance at the sky - looking at the full moon gives a refreshing sleep!
There up in the sky,...
1 day ago