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Poem By Laila Ali Haid
Scenes that cull the fine hearts in tow
The rights in the primordial hoping to pushes of new
The clustered areas with green tapered to dry rot in the floors for dreams
The new tides of blinkered hatred and further grown lies
The chases to dawn in the nights in which lives are tapered
To debts and forlorn announcements
The scenes of gone lives
The love in the might of pity in church steeples
The graces in the ponds of the holiday times.
Poem by Laila Ali Haid
Long is the love in the fountains of joy,
Longer is the night in which prices of grain fall,
Questions in the shy falling hopes of the youth in days long,
Remedied with passing of lives in the years blinking,
The memories forbidden in the graces they promised,
Love in the shower of mercy in the fortitude of lives,
Longer is the penitence whilst leaning for salvation,
The tidings so daunting in presence,
And foretold sometimes before the light.
Poem by Laila Ali Haid Tears could love in light in hardness merry A songbird knew the faint light in touches The memorial that we shine in...