Somewhere in your life, you will hear this. Yes, they all look the same to me. But pay attention to why you say? You might find a fist to make you readjust your thinking process.
When you say? They all look the same to me. Culture, upbringing and faith of their religious is different. Base not everything upon looks and of course not color.
I came as I, Always believing in myself. I got married, And became We, We built a home, Had a boy and girl, We became us. Us had a story, With many chapters Some with sad and some with happy memories. 16/11/2023
Curtains blow through tight closed panes not a breath of wind but the shape remains no breeze has settled on my windowsill outside the sleeping world is still and yet those curtains wander where they will I turn my back on flowered fingers and try to sleep but the feeling lingers
Trying to suggest billowy curtains in the rhythm of the poem