Dust

I walked through these streets
full of unkown faces
with stories hidden underneath the veil of this evening’s dust.

I cleared my eyes,
as the colours seemed fading from the surface of everything
I looked at.
Maybe, I thought, it is the dust layered upon my eyes.

People stared at me,
as if they had never seen someone weep,
as if I was guilty for feeling sorrow.

I walked through these streets
full of unkown faces
and hungry souls, wondering how to feed their stomach with gossip and heavy words.

These streets are so full
of unkown faces,
but empty hearts.

8 thoughts on “Dust”

Amra Ismail says:

5. December 2015 at 18:12

Beautiful writing! Hope you are doing well

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1. Jehona Thaqi says:
  
  5. December 2015 at 18:19
  
  Thank you! I hope you are doing well, too!
  
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  1. Amra Ismail says:
    
    5. December 2015 at 18:20
    
    Actually I’ve been missing your posts these days
    
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  2. Jehona Thaqi says:
    
    5. December 2015 at 18:43
    
    I have been busy lately, and sooo tired (eventhough I wrote quite some poems, but I didn’t have the time to publish them, yet). They will be uploaded soon, and I will hopefully read more of your greeeat work in the meantime!!
    
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  3. Amra Ismail says:
    
    5. December 2015 at 18:44
    
    Oh! That’s fine. Have a good rest! You can catchup later 🙂
    
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  4. Amra Ismail says:
    
    5. December 2015 at 18:45
    
    I’m waiting to read more of your work 🙂
    
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  5. Jehona Thaqi says:
    
    5. December 2015 at 18:46
    
    Thank you so much for your support! This means a lot to me!
    
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  6. Amra Ismail says:
    
    5. December 2015 at 18:46
    
    My pleasure 🙂
    
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