She moved her delicate fingers across his medals clad chest as she bade him goodbye.
Unsure if he would see her again, he planted a kiss on her forehead and turned abruptly towards the door.
No bullets had him hit so hard as much as his daughters tears.
~Jitendra Patil
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PoetryThis is honestly a book just full of quotes that spoke to me. These are not my own quotes if you know who said them. Please comment and let me know thank you! And I hope these also speak to you!
