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.
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