My city held beauty, clasping onto whatever colors and sounds, smells and sights it could muster. (Poem+message)
(Part 2 to my Refugee Series. Part 1 was 'Foreign'. Please read and empathize with the ...
My city held beauty, clasping onto whatever colors and sounds, smells and sights it could muster. (Poem+message)
(Part 2 to my Refugee Series. Part 1 was 'Foreign'. Please read and empathize with the ...