Poem by Laila Ali Haid
Happiness is in the light with gates of shame entrenched
The light is a flower in the rain with empty extensions of mirth
The tragedy is entrapped and linked to boredom
In fanciful days the borders of light come clear
The thin light and the tidings of shame
The dances in the sea, the ties foreboding
In the glances of light.
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