nectarine finger
drawn forward
a heatwave longer
the temple
here for us...
Father taught us
the Lord.
From the bell
its throes
tragic tears
through earth's axis
it finds
traces upwards.
Dromedary and heat
sand castles
Black
the throbbing
patterns
in an epistemological
chase to legacy
Kings, Queens and Sultans
Wars come or goes
Ever a tug
tailed gowns
over winsome
thorns,
a rose kept
well
for overture.
- By Laila Ali Haid
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