Fingertips like silken sorrows on my skin,
I trace these roadmaps, searching again.
Searching for tombs, searching, searching,
Yearning for cradles, yearning, yearning,
And I take these brittle, hollow echoes,
Like mud and grass stains on my elbows.
I lean on forgotten road signs, foggy-minded,
And I trace these roadmaps, blinded, blinded.
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honey & homesickness
الشعرthe healing & the hope // the hunger & the high // the hate & the hurt
