“My Tree” (شجرتي)

Desiccated digits delve diligently deeper, cleaving through the cold air, climbing ever steeper, cleaving to the life inside refusing to grow meeker. Long-since evicted leaves what made the struggle weaker stir on soft and subdued straits – sailing on a sigh, spoken sans a speaker. No blossoms left to fall, but not dead or dying. …

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“The Four Seasons of Faith” (الفصول الدين)

A lone swallow perched reciting to the blossoms. A kingdom in prayer. High sun beating down a gull stood on the pier - truce. Fish happy to fast. Breadcrumbs form ripples. A fam'ly of ducks leaves them for those who have none. The wrens descend from frost-bitten mountain forests singing "we are Yours." Boughs ever …

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