Pale Everywhere Poem by Ibn Hamda A

Pale Everywhere

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Blonde strands, none are Shiva's,
Stem from a dying life of old,

Centuries of elevation rocked to its bottom based on pale notions sold,

Your floral marvel spread,
For all those who follow,

An empty facade of lead,
Leaving you holed and hollow,

For those assimilated to wed

Sunday, April 2, 2023
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