Expressions

The beautiful and serene , her colours abrupt the seas, she shades the sky with ease, and surrenders the words to peace. Muse and rituals saves her flight , the eye defining season’s blind, her canopies inhibiting the saintly forge, her love of silence, the visionary hold, those sights entails the world we see, splash…

7.Sara

Fire was all I could see, screams got my earĀ ,the feel was of blood and pain immersing through the ground. I could see my mother laying dead next to me, our house burnt in the war fare , all I was left with was pain that had swollen my tears and emotions to rather contemplate…