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.
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