The Silent Gift
Gandahi, Rabail
We are all souls lost at sea. Wandering around yesterdays and the awe of
could be, when will we be free to dream? We all knew what it meant, the letters involved in creating
the sentence, how it was soon to be read by passing cars or traveling
hikers. It seemed as though it was a landmark, touching the matter of life
or uncertain passing. Anything could happen in that instance.