A stranger seeking hearth and homeBelies the predictions made by someCataclysmic whispers from the windsDefy optimism, but give in to hopeEach cry draws me, not heard by othersFootsteps light; illumination divineGuides me through complex turbinesHeuristic algorithms grow inside I’m sure I’ve been here beforeJalalabad is the centre of conflictKhyber Pass is where stories travelLaden with … Continue reading Deja Vu
Deja Vu
