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Inscription upon the Horizon
I heard the sound of the sea
echoing like a distant hymn.
It encompassed my soul
like a heavenly embrace.
It set me free like a lucid breeze.
It was like a speech of a father:
a timeless speech that never bores;
once a cold, majestic surf;
the other, a patient silence that
frees my heart from all sorrow
I looked around and found no sea;
I found your emerald eyes smiling
as you were uttering my name,
I listened closely as if my name
were a new song, an eloquent piece;
and I got lost in anticipation
as if my name were just about
to be inscribed upon the horizon.
Copyright ©
Zainab Wasel Ali
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