Wholeness Poem by Fatima Alzhara Rafa

Wholeness

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I'm human, and I'm not a god.
I can't beat every odd.
I can't help it when you say
your lack of perfection isn't for me.
You gaze above at the dawn,
waiting to see the sun that shines.
Who likes a tired crescent,
surviving beyond its time?
I am the gentle autumn rain.
I am the sanity hidden in the insane.

Friday, January 23, 2026
Topic(s) of this poem: autumn
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