Memories.. Nothing but memories..
An echo of a sob,
The trace of a tear..
Senses numb,
Drunk with fear..
Damp foreheads.. Burning candles..
Old wine.. Antique wood..
Devoid of life..
Anxious I stood..
Nothing but shadows..
Silhouettes..
Beads of sweat..
Pain.
Sorrow.
Breath so shallow..
Nothing but memories..
Who is she?
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cool, do you understand the tunisian dialect?
I was born in Carthage(Tunisia), went to school there until my 3rd grade, and since then, every year I must go there at least once, so yes i definitely understand AND speak the tunisian dialect :)
didnt see u for a while..are u alright?
tunis is a beautiful country, even though you're mixed, i'm glad you didn't lose your roots and chose one over the other..anyways not my place to say what is what..and that's some some nice writing
very nice.. some of the old stuff u found?
I can only say one thing!
WOW
Thank you all for the nice words :)
Fayiz don't worry about me, I'm doing alright :) preparing for my on call on the first day of Eid, wait a minute, that's 2 minuted from now lol
Yes godfather, i stumbled across it, edited a little though..
Alchemist your one word is far too kind, I'm so flattered :">
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