Poem By Laila Ali Haid
Water seeming to lay down with songs
A dew from the waters of universes yonder
The retraction of hatred and the temperament of swimming
The love in the books of justice plus the graces of moving for dawn
New houses with different waters
Walking on the outline of an ocean
Your territory outstretched with tidings of something
In the minds of smaller hosts
Was a water not bondage.
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