Hibah Shabkhez Poet Rhyme

Here

Here we lay etched upon the grass
The sun rained down in broken rays
Seared to smudges, fried-onion brass
The colour that will haunt our days

Here we stood carved into a tree
Wobbly letters at the ends of a spear
Driven through a heart doomed to be
The lodestone of every shattered tear

Here we sailed forth in a cockel-shell
Round the world, round and back again
Here the ocean sounded its old knell
Whirled us back into the old pain

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Faraz Ajmal May 20, 2019 at 5:22 PM And here I am, at 3 20 in the morning reading your poem despite being well aware of the fact that I have school tomorrow and my CIE physics exam the other day. Anyways I must confess that I really enjoyed reading this lovely poem of yours, hope to see more from you in future, good luck and have a really nice day