Wednesday, 13 October 2021

Flow of nights

The copper dread transmuting

Love in revolts, shame

The sick hand in it all

The crying zone

The night is splendour

In consciences dying

For a small talk and transcendence.

Have and retry

What it all meant.


By Laila Ali Haid

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