Look up to the sky
The sky is black
At night it is quiet
We look to the stars
And we start to talk about an adventure
After we talk about an adventure
And make us miss that time
That makes us feel like we want to go again
And we miss the natural water
And we want to see the sunset and sunshine again
But it was just a fantasy.
Poem by Rany, 16 years old, living in Cambodia.
The poem is a result of the workshop Creative Writing by the NGO Writing Through
with students from Anjali House in Cambodia. Anjali House and Writing Through
are partners of CONNECT.
