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My babies - last of the Mohiccans

Thursday, September 20, 2012

TEARS


Tears

Why do we
cry, sometimes
even though we are
grown up and getting old?
having seen so many years go by
leaving us in the past and hoping to
see even more; possibly, in the future
as time ticks slowly on, taking us deeper
into places that we’ve never been before;
wishing sincerely that the sun will shine brighter
tomorrow, showering real peace and comfort around.

Riyadh, Saudi Arabia, 2007  

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