Survival

by Rania Moallem   Oct 5, 2020


Shrouded in mist;
I sighed you
in foggy words
and murky breaths.

That night was so bleak
I slept in your haze.

Somber,
were the dreams.

But dawn broke the cold
and a wistful sun
rose to the drizzle.

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  • 1 week ago

    by Skyfire

    "A wistful sun rose to the drizzle." What a description! Great imagery here.

  • 2 weeks ago

    by Rania Moallem

    Thank you Brenda and Andrea <3 <3 <3

  • 2 weeks ago

    by Brenda

    This is beautiful Rania! I love your visuals.

  • 2 weeks ago

    by Maple Tree

    Beautiful my sweet!

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