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Yes, I am willing to try for you again
and I will keep trying
until the sun dies
and the moon has fallen
from this dismal American sky.
Yes, I will search
for you in the darkness
when my hands smell of nicotine
and the last flickering light
from the church has faded
I will fight for you 'till my breath stops
till the night ends and the light comes,
the wine's gone
and the tears rush,
till we're silent admiring the stars
I'll keep fighting.
(Rumi- Visual 3)
Copyright © Aleah Mohamed | Year Posted 2015
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