The travelers with their stomachs full leaned on the door frame of the safe house balcony.
They stared up at the un-scraped sky while exhaling hues of grey that swirled and streamed with the spicy-sweet scent of cloves.Silence stood between the two until the younger one, overwhelmed by the profoundness of said sky, cried,
"There is a God."
"Once a martyr, always a martyr."
Listening to -
They stared up at the un-scraped sky while exhaling hues of grey that swirled and streamed with the spicy-sweet scent of cloves.Silence stood between the two until the younger one, overwhelmed by the profoundness of said sky, cried,
"There is a God."
"Once a martyr, always a martyr."
Listening to -
