Will she miss me? I asked myself. That's a strong yes! Why won't she?
The girl comes to the market across the dusty road in this war torn town to transact business deals everyday.
What could have caught...
As I looked down on the ever bubbling city-market below my floor,I saw old automobiles,dilapidated buildings,dirty kiosks,tattered roofs,dust-producing-factory called road,beaming smiles on peoples faces...
In the dense darkness
You brought shimmering light
At my point weakest
You infused me with might
The one to carry one
Of a thousand legions though in number I am one
A progressive condition
For without...