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Arifa Kmt Poem
Three breaths away -
His cloak floats
Dark, luminous
A cold wind wraps around me
Precious water,
Dripping in mirth
A song chills my bones,
Familiarity rings in my femur bones
The sacred scythe
Grazes my thigh
Precious red jewels
Rushing to join it
I fade drop by drop,
His smile infectious,
His potence my privilege
Curtains awry to the afterlife.
Copyright © Arifa Kmt | Year Posted 2023
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