Crossroads

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Let our stories remain in a place where Time cannot touch us anymore. Let our stories remain in crossroads.
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Our Story

 

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And sometimes, I hide our story in words from the strings of the world.

The Lost Souls of a Syrian Hell

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All these days, I have written about the heart. But when I looked out to find some peace for myself, all I found was hate, blood and death. This poem is dedicated to all the beautiful souls who lost their lives for the hatred of some cruel men who wreck the world. I never knew you, but my soul, my very existence, bleeds with you. I bleed in words as an eulogy as this world burns herself in hate. And all I wish is for love to finally prevail.