You Look Familiar

It was supposed to be summer after May. However, summer hasn't come yet. Those were the days; nights were endless, days were feverish. Our souls were bruised yet full of hope. We were all on wet streets although there was not a single drop of rain. As the world heard us, i heard you chanting for peace side by side. As we stood together, your voice became mine. You looked so familiar as if we have met many times. Even if i didn't know your name, you were the one resting in the shade of a tree, painting the walls, standing with the teared eyes on sleepless nights. Since that day, we are one till the day we will meet again.