Mar 7, 2022
Dead Are My PeopleGone are my people, but I exist yet, Lamenting them in my solitude... Dead are my friends, and in their Death my life is naught but great Disaster. The knolls of my country are submerged By tears and blood, for my people and My beloved are gone, and I am here Living as I did when my people and my Beloved were enjoying life and the Bounty of life, and when the hills of My country were blessed and engulfed By the light of the sun. _Gibran Khalil Gibran
