On watching the lunchbox
The hurts and the pains.
The hard crystals that stay within,
hurting every moment, yet part of life;
All melt into tears listening to short little
phrases uttered in another space,
in another moment, in another occasion.
A few words, a few thoughts
with the power of rain
on a land of droughts.
posted by Tuya @ 13:50
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