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Zahra Aug 9
One
wacky
thing
about
learning-
you start
off,
knowing
less but,
feeling
sure,
you tack
on extra
syllables-
animal
becomes
'aminal',
you drop
a few-
fish turns
into "ish'
we’re born
naming
things,
impetuously,
because
meaning
can’t wait.
Zahra Aug 8
I tumbled
deep into
the garden’s
throat in
a dream,
  where scent
was thick
enough to
breathe
like water.
When i
tried
to lift my
body out,
roses
clutched
at me
tendrils
looping
my wrists,
stems
curling
my ankles,
petals
cupping
my heart.
Some
amputated
their roots
from the soil,
'howling'
refusing to
snap me off
  themselves.
Zahra Aug 7
What’s the
use of
knowing
life deeply
when it
  leaves before
dawn?
Zahra Aug 6
You can’t photograph
the sun at its highest,
or the moon when
she stares too hard,
the truest things
resist capture.
Zahra Aug 5
It isn’t love
that’s
"paired"
in poverty
but pain,
thick,
and
   throttling.
Zahra Aug 4
My heart
is another
miracle
you could
spot from
the quietest
parts of the
world.
Zahra Aug 3
I just wanted to thank you for creating such a meaningful space for poets.
Your platform has helped me grow and reach readers in ways I never imagined.

As I begin shaping my next poetry collection, I’d be deeply honored to receive a title suggestion from you.
I can’t think of a more meaningful way to name it than with your insight, since you’ve been such a part of my journey.

With gratitude,
Zahra
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