Apr 2, 2015

POEM

I went out not knowing my destination as if I had no friends..my sadness filled every part of me.
I have little care for eating and drinking, but I care about those who were by my side… and left.
It ended when they stoned my house down, there was no home that could shield me from the burning sun.
Love died in my heart a long time ago.

BY NADER, SYRIA (During Syrian conflict, Nader had lost a son and two grandchildren)


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