/ˈtɪntɪd/
tinged & slightly shaded within the shadows of the old city of jerusalem streets, eyes observed life in a colored spectrum daze from what the days bring in.
“another day” i was told, but sighs explained words untold.
the tint of expressions can only give the love for life, even with the worsening economic & political situation, with pressures gasping the breaths of lives wanting to move in this life.
explaining that “it is not for us, but for the generations to come” brought by the will in that shade, but cannot by no means hide the stain from circumstances of time.