Poem by Laila Ali Haid
The calm of nights yonder
In the days we shroud the impetus to light
We cover from graces well-put and needing
The clamour of days in sheets and low pay
He saw me in the time of earth shattering and climate nexuses
Not so clear
I am in that frame of stillness to time
Golden inlay on forests
Cull the obedient in dichotomies far known
He let the established nuance
Reach
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