B l u e P a t c h e s

04

04| b u r n e d f r e c k l e s;

" In the pale yellow moonlight,
I saw a shy silhouette,

With a fragile spine,
Moonlight whispering melodies,

I could see him humming,
Bobbing his dusty hair with the winds,

Cleaning his dirt filled nails,
Just to distract his mind,

From the sorrows of tomorrow,
With droopy sights he sighed,

Laying on the cold uneven ground,
Wishing for warmth,

His freckles glowing,
On his scarred skin,

Showing the harsh reality of the sun,
He lays with a wistful thinking
,
To have a roof over his head,
Surrounded,
With people whom he once called family. "

—  a freckled refugee.

Side note:

Aftermath of Syrian ( still ongoing) war has left many dreams broken, the so called war has took many lives and considering that there is no one to take a step or stand against this inhumanity aka slaughtering of humans on the basis of islamophobia or whatever they say about altering the evil by killing numerous uncountable newborn babies who didn't even knew their names and were oblivious of their surroundings who were found beneath rubbles or in grounds where they were teared into pieces by guns this what the war is about? Numerous families being butchered Infront of each other can you imagine yourself at that point? No right? Just one question what was their fault? What did they had to do in this bloodshed only because they're Muslims? Just remember what goes around comes around (idk the exact lines but oh well)