A dream of my war days in somalia came to haunt me last night
I took a tour in my city
It was ravaged by war
Nothing stands of my school
My childhood streets are gone
As I walked on the rubble
I saw stains of blood behind me
I was not wounded physically
But Time had struck a chord on me
My soul was bleeding
In horror i woke up
It was just a dream
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