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Feb 2022
The poet
of the night
closed her
eyes, and
dreamed of
little stars
as details
in the small
moment of
beauty she
beheld, as a
painting
once hidden,
now coming
alive before
her eyes, as
wondrous
as when
she had
first
met the
pages
of a book,
and held
them
more
dearest
than the
petals of
a flower
held close
to her
heart,
forever in
bloom.
Hiba Mohammed Sobh
Written by
Hiba Mohammed Sobh  25/F/Beirut
(25/F/Beirut)   
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