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Feb 2017
A crescent moon

glows white

with

It's angelic

halo through

a shroud of

dark clouds,

soulmates

within the

shower of the

pouring rain,

love

Is the only

true sense

that's felt

when the

desert

Is misted

In dunes, when

the souls begin to feel

the depths of warmth

and the monsoon revives

the barren sands, and all

Is paradise.
Hiba Mohammed Sobh
Written by
Hiba Mohammed Sobh  25/F/Beirut
(25/F/Beirut)   
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