Untitled - Poem by Semeen Sultan
The sky stretched its arms to embrace me,
And sent messages of solace on the wind,
The beaten gold of the desert offered up jewels of emerald green,
Like small tokens of hope in the unforgiving harshness.
The sun relented and drew a blanket of clouds around itself,
Holding back the fierce stabbing slashes of molten heat,
As if it knew the limits of suffering;
The river marked time, as thorns danced in my heart.
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