BENEATH THE MISSILE SKY
BENEATH THE MISSILE SKY By: Bushra Firdaus Prickly grey clouds hover in the sky, Screeching cries of innocence — Flares […]
BENEATH THE MISSILE SKY By: Bushra Firdaus Prickly grey clouds hover in the sky, Screeching cries of innocence — Flares […]
Borrowed Bones ~Bushra Firdaus Holding rattles, sucking pacifiers, now grasping books, locking fingers, will clasp the melody of lost singers.