I and He
Love to hold it between fingers
Going on papers leaving memory lingers
Name of a friend
Or a story without End
Spelling, tears,
Or chasing away fears
Slowly, I ran out of juice
Bow down for a short truce
Recharge and hit the road again
Spreading hope erasing melancholy pain.
I and him alone
Just flesh and bone
Copyright © Mohamed Omar | Year Posted 2023
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