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Shaima Jul 2018
my body, a temple,
my faith neglected
my soul a forgotten god, no offerings presented.
your hands shaky,
your mind young,
your love so timid, barely reaching your tongue.
our story begun,
our lives connected,
our souls too distant to comprehend all the reckless.
but
my body, a temple,
my faith restored,
I won’t let the fire distract me from hope.
-shaima
Shaima Jan 2018
How many sunshines have you seen today?
Enough for your eyes to’ve memorized the patterns of the golden strands of light as they drift away?
Away?
Why? Why away?
Do they seem to float when they’re drowning and burn when they’re standing? Cause let me tell you that if that’s the case, if flowers seem to grow underneath their gaze, let me tell you that those strands of sunshine are probably just bits of snow,
frozen crystals with a pearly glow that unlike the sun, will burn your retinas and your iris’ coal.
I’m sorry to be the one to tell you but if you think you’ve seen more than one sunshine today,
if you think you’ve only seen flower petals as they fall on the ground and lay,
I’m sorry to tell you you’re the reason why I’ve also tried to be a sunshine and
now?
now I’m trying not to choke on one of your ****** sunshine’s rays.
~Shaima

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