The Love of Life by Batoul Al Skafi

Our future is filled with fog

Smelling of blood

Our present is a flower with torn petals

But it continues to defy death

And spread its scent all around

We are suffocating but we are still alive

Because we loved life despite the hard times.

[social_warfare]

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