Silence

by Rania   Oct 2, 2022


On still nights,
cold air suckles my rose-scented chin,
I taste salt particles
that condense into woeful clouds,
behind which topaz stars sleep.
On still nights, sometimes,
I hear waves breaking at the shore,
plunging into some shallow coastline
in the distance
where I harbor my eloquent face.

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