Your eyes looked into mine, gratitude welling up in them as the question hung between us, unspoken.
Stroking the face battered by shrapnel, the angry sea and irreversible loss, I whispered, ‘My land is your home.’
You hugged me.
~~~o~~~
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Beautiful and perfect. Especially loved the last line. 🙂
Thank ye kindly, Shantala 🙂
I loved how you did that – said so much without actually saying it.
Thanks my love <3
This is really moving.
Thank you so much!
Lovely, and sad too. Pity more people can’t be like the narrator here…
Tragic, right? Ah well, life goes on for most of us anyway.
I love the sentiment here, Shailaja. And your meaning is apparent despite not saying it full out. Nice work!
Hey thanks Nate! I was really trying not to use the word refugee anywhere.
Wow, Shai, I love this. It is emotionally impactful without being sentimental, if you see what I mean.
I was hoping not to overdo the sentiment and struggled a bit with the last line, to be honest. Glad it worked.
The last line is powerful:)
Thank you Vishal!
That was beautiful! 🙂
Thanks Pixie!
🙂
Good one! Well
Done as always!
Thanks Parul! 🙂
Nice.
Thanks Kathy! 🙂
Both lovely and timely. That’s hard to pull off- good work!
I always wait for your comments, Rowan! Coming from you, this is wonderful praise. Thank you so much!
I feel like I’m the worst about commenting, because so often my commenting time goes to writing love letters instead, but I really do read everything 🙂
Ditto!
Thanks Carol. May more hearts open up everyday.
Oh! Wish it becomes reality.
I certainly hope so too, for the droves of refugees out there.
Perfect! 🙂
🙂 Thank you!