Laala Kashef Alghata Poems

The rose hangs in the air,
in the balance of probability
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This is a day to exchange hearts
dripping with fountains of your love
embroidered with roses and smiles,
filled to the brim with adoration
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Shock. Horror.

A fresh wave of grief.
One shot. Two shots.
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My senses are imbedded deep within my mind’s monastery
with monks scribbling in focus to copy texts of my emotions
to record feelings and lies into my subconscious and desert
me in my reality, to make me able to wake from dreams
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