Poem by Sr Prisca
HAPPINESS IS PRICELESS
Happiness is a currency Which cannot be bought or sold It cannot be traded or borrowed It’s a treasure to behold It’s a coin without a price tag And yet it has great value Happiness […]
memories
Poem by Sr Prisca
A FADING FLAME
Lost memories of me Echo softly through my mind Like whispers on a gentle breeze They’re there, but hard to find Fragments of my past Scattered all around Remnants of who I used to be […]