Five Times, Before The Silence
Five Times, Before The Silence By: Bushra Firdaus It begins, Strumming the strings of my heart. Underneath, Rises a tender […]
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BENEATH THE MISSILE SKY
BENEATH THE MISSILE SKY By: Bushra Firdaus Prickly grey clouds hover in the sky, Screeching cries of innocence — Flares
Borrowed Bones
Borrowed Bones ~Bushra Firdaus Holding rattles, sucking pacifiers, now grasping books, locking fingers, will clasp the melody of lost singers.