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Jun 2011
The sea is near
The beach is close
There, there is quiet
And there
I shall go
Crashing softly
Against the shore
Ships pass by
And there’s nothing more

Lights so blinding
Lights all around
Reflecting on water
It makes you hear
It makes no sound
People staring at the sea
Soundless figures
Staring right at me
Heba Badr-El-Din
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