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Judging comment:

Your style of writing always captures my attention and pulls at my heart. It's raw and open in a way someone would observe the destruction around them and wonder why, why there cannot be light at every moment. I love your simple repetition of "reminds me" then "of winter, of..." This is quite a nostalgic piece and makes me imagine how demanding a thirst like that must be. How exhausting, how it seems to empty you of memories and hope. The imagery in the first stanza is heartwarming, such an innocence in the rain, of the "sky falling down" and it being a wonder you don't get to experience often. I love how you introduce this thirst then speak of a darkness so heavy, it reminds you of a more intimate time with this person, with warmth. These lines are breathtaking: "This darkness reminds me of all those mosaic-like pieces of silence that stick together into a warm whisper". It is like the city is trying to keep their spirit, huddling close to will away the darkness. That ending is painful and seems to echo that despair to the reader who is not even living there. A soulful poem, filled with much more than describing a city without electricity or water, but going deeper into the memories, into what remains, into the struggle for living with this thirst and darkness all around. (10)

I love random thoughts by Noura... she groups together her emotions and feelings and paints a picture with words... this poem speaks and oozes sorrow and pain, struggles of what was lost and devastation of the here and now.. Her visual displays are priceless!