Barkat Fatima

I will survive... this tremor this storm this ocean I will survive... the sun & its blazing beam the star...so far.. the wind & its blow But how will I survive, this loneliness? these vacant hours? these slow lollabbies? eating my ears? :D PRAYER: Let these flowers never decay. Let these dreams never be left, incomplete. Let these moments pass in hurry but not in furry. Let these people be preserved among different chips inside your complex brain, never to be forgotten.