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Nov 2021
The flowers meet as the  
words of thought, the
leaves touch in the
wind, here, you share
the little poems of the
earth with me, I hold
you close under the
sun, we are in each
other arms as a
blanket in a place
where we will both feel
safe and untorn in the
warm amber glow, healing
our sore souls in our gentle
sleep, I will say to you in
silence, “the answer of your
existence is my home”.
Hiba Mohammed Sobh
Written by
Hiba Mohammed Sobh  25/F/Beirut
(25/F/Beirut)   
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