Morning

Souls of neighbouring souls, be up and see the miracle of today. Let life come to you and death depart from you

. It is morning, the beginning of all days.

Bring Back Our Girls

Under the shed of the moon, i rested my shadowy soul. I heard sounds, but from nowhere. A friend in need is nowhere to be needed. The trees are more firm like a picture and no whistle or whisper of even a harmful creature. The world is at ease and silent as clueless. A peace that has been deserted by a known invisible characters. Where are the friends to laugh with? where are the girls to flirt with? Tears speaks for itself "bring back our girls and let the world be crowded with peace"