He always looking thoughtfully for a long time,
wondering about tomorrow,
thinking about what's gonna happen if only he walks a bit slower,
I keep telling him "It's okay".
He is there,
counting stars,
sitting on an earthy floor,
mumbling in silence,
breathing,
healing,
and crying.
- Author: fikrioshin (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: January 17th, 2024 03:08
- Category: Reflection
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