Tarbia Hamid

Below the waves strike
Wildly against the rocks
Above, lie the seven serene skies
And the million little stars
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Every night

I look out
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Unstoppable are the
Sandstorms of swirling browns and grays
Weaving shades unknown
Into tapestries unraveling slowly
...

On countless nights
I lie still
And dream
That stirring dream again
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On the brink
Of hatred
On the verge
Of abhor
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I cannot tell you
Of the emerald green lands,
Of the enchanting sea of silver blue,
Nor of the amber gold sands
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When the
Emotions
Brewing inside
Can no longer be tamed
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I feel
Like the last piece
Of molded iron
Holding the limb
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He entered the playground,
Eyed the target,
Took his position
The pawns moved both ways,
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