The Quran
I have never felt that more in my heart than in the killing of an innocent girl going exercising and so much more was her life.
Her death made me feel drawn to fear love anger suffering torment grief anguish loss and destruction
Two hands did all of this
Bring nightmare bring numbness bring an emptiness over everyone here
Far and near
Two hands wearing black the blackness over his cells and his heart left beating is unimaginable contradiction
I think to myself while she left us and left all the things beautiful he also left his life behind on that bank
That was the last time he rode a bicycle and the last time he will walk or run down that walkway
That walkway of freedom
Isn’t that a big price to pay
As for that woman capturing my feelings my heart I can only pray in my own faith but joint as a woman that she is in heaven that she is happy that she lives in memory in that sun ray and crisp 4pm afternoon wind or even in times of rain in those clean pearls of water or even if it become windy the strong winds of strength or even when it’s hot that she lives in the melting of Time helping everyone get to terms with this pain
There are many last times
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