Saturday, March 1, 2014

Ordinary Days










Sometimes our life is just like our laundry waiting to be dried..still no sun..no wind..just hanging there..
Sometimes our life is just like the flying birds..just wandering around..gliding everywhere..no specific point of direction..
Sometimes our life is just a door..waiting to be closed..waiting to be opened..the question is "when?"..the question is "how?"..just wondering in a lazy Saturday rest day in Dammam..


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