You look like that
Like two flowers in the same garden
The wind blows their swings
They were hugging like us
You look like that
Let's play together in the yard
Sometimes I never you
Like touching each other
Never in love with each other
Laughter never cries
These relationships of Sanjha Manjha
That's how you feel
Then how can we be calves like this
When they met again, they did not seem to be separated
But we never met together
It would be like the confluence of souls
What do we call this relationship?
Even if it is not, it is like a relationship
We are neither angels nor you angels
Then we were like two crazy people
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Silence
I don’t remember the day the world ended. But I do remember the day I noticed. That photo was it, but I did not know what it meant until I sat in my darkened bathroom, staring at the newly developed film. The street was neither empty, nor abandoned. It was dead. The colours of the flowers wrapped in that red ribbon caught my eye, and as I crouched to take that photo, I could hear only the lonely silence of a graveyard after dark.
By Alexander McEvoy5 days ago in Fiction
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