Loneliness - Poem by Marwa Rakha
A long purple gown I made her,
Among the mystics I placed her.
In precious lilac I drowned her gown
Her scent I wear like a crown.
Wide open are her arms
an eternal shelter from human harms.
There are times when loneliness is a best friend;
the times when personal ties have to end.
There are times when her heart is bigger
than those who our tears did trigger.
Her company I always choose
over the company of those I'd rather lose.
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