( image source from Facebook )
Here, we rose –
from Streets to sunrise,
from despair to tomorrow.
Silent streets –
to heavy sunrise so we,
can carry scars as torches.
From Streets –
to sunrise we fought,
so to heal the wounds.
From broken –
smile to beautiful laugh,
we melt into gold.
We marched –
with dust in our throats,
tear gas stinging lungs.
(“They Walked Through the Streets, Dreaming of Sunrise” – DIARYPOEM24)