Throw me into the worldTo notice little things,From the throbbing of my heartWhen I go silent with the wind. To the nooks that hideCobwebs in my room,And the walk that drivesMy legs out of the gloom. While the moon seeksRespite from the clouds,The sun rides
The Kite Runner carries one hell of a story that speaks volumes of remorse, deeply rooted in sands of time. It rips you apart beyond reparation. You can’t empathize enough with the memories of a little boy scarred for life. The book is more of
Rent me a place in your childhood,I wish to witness your lifeTake form as you growOld as you are now,And I want to hold you tightAfter every little fightYou had with lifeTrying to figure outWhy some things never panned outWhen they worked out in your