Sunday, December 19, 2010

02 - Youth

I remember when I was young; the world was so beautiful... The time when Shooting stars broke her heart, sunset made her cry. Innocent as a baby cuddling up in her mother’s arm. Suppressed by her childish fear, yet the purity in her soul gave her strength to go miles alone. Kindness her virtue, truth her existence. Her eyes like sunset, waiting to kill the darkness with the shining light beneath their innocence. The time when the only thing I thought was of getting a new bag, new toys, a white teddy bear which I could hug.

© Ubaid Ullah Ahmed


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