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You sang to me at 12:22 am
nothing has ever felt as altered or surreal
Suddenly I'm happy
You praise me like you’re preaching gospel and I’m terrified that someday you’ll convert to another religion.
Marriage is wonderful, but being second-best all your life has a tendency to make insecurity a bad habit.
the light in people’s eyes
who have dealt with loneliness
glows brighter than others
because they have had to find
conversations within looking
up at the moon
the summer sings its
orisons, prays like a
priest,

star petals melt,
flowers blossom
and die,

i’m all at sea,
glazed by the sun -
a high note of yellow
in an angelic and
gorgeous sky.
you?
your nothing
to me
at this moment.
i pick you
off
my sleeve.
I don’t want to leave,
But there is somewhere I’ve been called to.

Yet leaving is a million times harder,
Knowing that it means I’m away from you.
Dear lovely
Poet, Poetess,

Words & papers
That belongs to you,

Ink & pen
That's made for you,

You write what you love
We read what you write,

Your experience writes
& our love reads,

You are born a consolidator
To all broken souls here,

Miraculous is you
& Miracle are your words,

Go On with your fabulous fingertips that inks
Countless inspirational papers
Even when pen doesn't ink..


Fathima Ruhee
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