I Still Wait
Because I still wait...
To grow from my hand,
My chest, my eyes,
Three poems,with long legs,
To amaze the death, when
Comes as a divinely guest to picking me,
I who do not hold but a name splinter with sins.
...
I tighten my grip,on my heart forks.
Copyright © Fatima Nusairat | Year Posted 2014
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