Mar 10, 2007
Sarajevo
This city is riddled with memories.
Roses bloom all year round &
will never wither.
Side by side. Back to back.
Teacher and pupil. Neighbour, teammate.
Riven across the valley.
Lightning strikes once. Strikes hard.
Thunderheads clap like artillery.
Streets awash in the downpour.
Now, the clouds have cleared. Rain stopped.
The sun is out. Birds do their usual thing.
Rain evaporates like innocence.
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