Trusting in hurt
For all the times the days looked like night.
Staring hard in search for stars in broad daylight
Hoping that the horizons will rise with manner on her wings.
For all the times we stared Into the eyes of our parents
And saw their bodies buried in graveyards of reverbing reverting regrets.
For all those times we watched them drown in the tears they never let out, wishing each day that the days of their youth be restored.
For all those times they smiled when our shadows drew close to them
Brightening up the nicely folded wrinkles around their cheek.
For all the times we had to spend with them, our sweat and blood would never cease to flow for their joy until they lay happy at the cradle of peace.
Art by Quinn Fagersten