The Vietnam memorial is a masterpiece. The names of the dead are listed there, chronologically. Just the names.

You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it, eight years and a half ago.

The deepest feeling always shows itself in silence; not in silence, but restraint.

I have stopped complaining...it doesn't means it she stopped hurting

Written By Shazia Shahid

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