our scars are not so visible - we weren't the ones caught behind barbed wires, wondering whether we'll see tomorrow. we didn't lose our siblings - their names edged in our hearts and yet forgotten in history's pages. we didn't hear the dull growing sounds of fighter jets overhead and run for our lives into … Continue reading the scars we carry.
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Broad-shouldered friend.
I dreamt of you today.. Standing broad shouldered, yellow shirt - a sullen face that never gives out much. My reliable friend. It's a funny thing - nostalgia. It reminds us of memories that never truly existed. It gives back only the best of the golden days. Swinging your heart along to the rattle swings … Continue reading Broad-shouldered friend.
Vellai Curtains 