(Reposted from my blog “The quill of the phoenix“. Written in response to the heartbreaking picture by photojournalist Osman Sangirli ) Are you really going to kill me? I really don’t want to die, I’d rather run through the grass And pretend that I can fly. Are you going to kill me? I really don’t…
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I can still remember your first kick, The wonder of that tiny bubble of a movement within me, The love that flooded my heart and brought tears to my eyes. I remember how you would wake up, With a cheerful toothless smile, Bringing sunshine to my day Your first words, your first steps, The first…
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