To F.G.
Certainly I didn't ask you for it, but you gave it to me nonetheless and here I am, sustained by your grace, paving the path, inch by inch because, if it was my own, I would have given it up long time ago, but being it yours I couldn't do the same.
Bliss and comdemn. You left me with the mission of living, despite all.
I honor your name and integrity. You, who didn't look sensitive, with that nonchalant attitude that hid such a brave heart, passed me the torch and disappeared.
It's been so many years since you left that, maybe I should have forgotten you, but your presence follows my steps like a benign shadow, an elder brother's hand that reaches down every time I fall, that finds me when I am lost. So brief your life, so strong the force of your wings.
May the smoothest of breezes let you soar high above rainy clouds, sun warming your soul forever and ever.
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Mind the Gap (by Noor Lung) English
General FictionMind the Gap is a collection of fiction short stories. They vary in style, themes, tone, characters and length. The aim is to provide a different lens colour to look to reality. It's also the sandbox where I tried different voices, where I experimen...