Observation

There is beauty in tears
and sacredness in sorrow
Life, in a glass just broken
and hope, for a better tomorrow.

There is hate behind a smile
and smile under a wrinkled face
Mountains, higher than ourselves
but we have steps, we have our legs.

There is a force that can’t be seen
and a grief that swallows whole
Souls, that break from a white scream
then, there is love, there’s always love.



http://kushtrimthaqi.com/2013/12/04/oberservation/