Deceiving Veils
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Last published Fri, Aug 23, 2024
About a time when anarchy took over a place where once order prevailed. She being daughter of the one whose decision burnt thousand of shacks, she had never imagined how a world so familiar could turn so horrible. She was loved all her life; she could say she earned it somewhat. She was about to face a wrath she hardly deserved. Child of Zion was put in war-zone. A veil was lifted and there she stood in raging reality.
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Days of my life
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She was the rose the world forgot to water. He was the storm that swore to shield her petals. She was silence, taught to bow her head. He was the voice that made her lift her gaze. She was a fragile thread, fraying in the wind. He was the knot that held her together. She didn't know what freedom felt like. He was ready to burn the world to give it to her. She was the ocean, he was the depth. Her : "I hate you.." 'she screamed with tears in her eyes , pain in her chest. Him : " And I'll still spend my while life worshipping you" he said with a devoted gaze even though her words hurted like a dagger.
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