Ramadan Poem | Day 3: Moderate The Fast-Things by Zulikha Idris Babalola
The scars of the sores when we fall in love The clash of the rides when we get…
The scars of the sores when we fall in love The clash of the rides when we get…
The Story of a Bad Day Here comes the wake up call Dreamy eyes shot up to work…
Three Slaves and Time The night has been doomed with words. The day has been wounded, and pains….
As for the lunar month We sniff and smear Await time Burning Like the darkness of the night…
BEFORE THE APPEARANCE OF DAWN Here, and then, he can still Hear the lunar screams Cleansing out of…
Tell me how to live Tell me what it is like to live Without Words that make up…
Eid Mubaarak(1st of Shawwal,1440AH) At the beginning, the mouths split with the strength of the wind and carries…
To write about now is to tell you that right about now, in the front corners of the…
The souls have started wearing Raiments of repentance Chanting heavily The Chronicles of forgiveness When the border of…
Last time, it was a farewell message Followed in a suit of cleansed hearts Flapping wings around the…
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