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Hussein
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by Hussein



Blue rose. Folded Petals. Soaked in dew.
Cold bareness. Dancing line. Traffic brew.
The morning sun. Shadows cast on a sun-baked block.
What wonder. New beginnings. A strutting peacock.

A famed man. Reminiscence. His famous line.
Clock-hands ticking. Tropical summer. Sixty-nine.
Morning yearning. Come now. My phantom night sky.
Proverbial queen. Savannah lion. Hear me cry.

A knife. A mind. Show me your hand.
Bleed. My feet. Deep is the sand.
To walk the path. To hide behind these walls.
One choice. Untold story. A grown child calls.

September 2, 2007 | 6:28 AM Comments  0 comments

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