Ibaa Ismail

Two moons burst into flames
In the clouds’ lap
Like a fascinated, daring pulse,
Washing their collapse with poetry
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How could your feet,
pass through fifteen rocks and walls
and reside in my poems and blood?
How could you cross fifteen planets
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Distances turned me into a shiver,
glittering in the shores of your blood.
I flap my wings a butterfly in your space,
wearing your green stars,
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