Works
Israeli-Palestinian
Author:
Categories: words and feelings
Statuses: Updating
With your tenderness to write the bleakness of the end of summer is my escape leaf life is not guilty of bustling silent blank a section of the old hate, many people are looking for answers to this, for revenge, for snow hate, for love, for a lifetime. Those patchwork incomplete dream, by those with a false face, mercilessly broken. Cruel now, those sweet and bitter, fell in a pool of blood, with a gentle glow, with your gentle breath, with your gentle love. If, perhaps, those uglinesses that were not ours had not happened, that wedding garment would have shone beyond measure. What do you say, my dearest you.