A Forgotten Promise
A Forgotten Promise
What are loud? The banging music from next doors’ party, a baby’s echoing cry and excited children playing on a playground.
What are quiet? The deafening silence in libraries, a dark Tuesday night when the streets are still asleep and a sleepy Sunday Morning.
What are empty? A jaded heart shattered into a thousand pieces, a forgotten promise and a lonely, unoccupied tunnel slide at a park.
What are full? A stomach after a delicious Sunday dinner, a heart bursting with passion and a mind overflowing with ideas.
What are frail? The trust between friends, a transparent, delicate wine glass and a pottery production displayed in windows.
What are strong? An unbreakable bond to loved ones, shiny, heavy steel and police officers fighting crime.
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