We had very hot days in Pakistan; blessed with them day after day. The sky would get frustrated, as you can imagine. It would let its frustration rain down on the children dancing underneath it, outside on the broken road. 1,026 more words
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Parched hide, dried wood, frayed string
From where does the beloved’s voice ring?
Not the drum, nor the wood, or the string
From itself does the beloved’s voice spring… 140 more words