Ya Rabi,
on one night I witness the makings of new love dancing into play, swaying to the beats of tradition and loud interventions of joy. hips bouncing to the rhythm of rehearsals day in day out and people are happy. maybe too happy for their voices are loud and their boundaries are far. clothes glitter and invisible cloths wrap around her glistened body. around his future and her pride. flirting and blows of kisses and jokes all around. life is good
little did i know that on the same night, in the same moment, a pregnant woman young and beautiful came to the end of her journey with marriage for she lost the love of her life and her world collapsed. the kicks of an unborn child and the bounds of marriage and family... gone.
on one night I witness the makings of new love dancing into play, swaying to the beats of tradition and loud interventions of joy. hips bouncing to the rhythm of rehearsals day in day out and people are happy. maybe too happy for their voices are loud and their boundaries are far. clothes glitter and invisible cloths wrap around her glistened body. around his future and her pride. flirting and blows of kisses and jokes all around. life is good
little did i know that on the same night, in the same moment, a pregnant woman young and beautiful came to the end of her journey with marriage for she lost the love of her life and her world collapsed. the kicks of an unborn child and the bounds of marriage and family... gone.
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