{"version":"1.0","type":"rich","provider_name":"Kabul Press","provider_url":"https:\/\/www.kabulpress.org","title":"THE MEMORIES BEHIND BRITTLE SILENCE","author_name":"","width":"600","height":"400","url":"https:\/\/mail.bamyanpress.com\/article115806.html","html":"\u003Ch4 class='title'\u003E\u003Ca href='https:\/\/mail.bamyanpress.com\/article115806.html'\u003ETHE MEMORIES BEHIND BRITTLE SILENCE\u003C\/a\u003E\u003C\/h4\u003E\u003Cblockquote class='spip'\u003E\n\u003Cp\u003EHabiba Roshan \n\u003Cbr class='autobr' \/\u003E\nGlancing at the street, silent, peaceful reminds me of the choir birds\u2026 \n\u003Cbr class='autobr' \/\u003E\nThe trees open their arms to welcome the wind, like many years they have been apart. \n\u003Cbr class='autobr' \/\u003E\nThe organs jumping with joy, waving arms together dancing to the rhythm of the wind. \n\u003Cbr class='autobr' \/\u003E\nGlancing blow is an old wooden house, an old man sitting on the chair, legs stretched to have some sun\u2026. \n\u003Cbr class='autobr' \/\u003E\nChinos up high, blouse bright as the sun, eye\u2019s closed, auricles shaking listening to the forgiving beautiful nature.. hands (\u2026)\u003C\/p\u003E\n\u003C\/blockquote\u003E\n"}