I remember the sound of wakefulness
I remember the muffled words
Allah,
Allah,
Allah,
I remember the cold, my body shivering..
Large hands on my body,
Suddenly the dark changed into light
So cold.
No longer surrounded by the warmth but now in to the eclipse of cold
Green eyes behind something..clear...
Green eyes smiling at me...is all I see.
The cold is so incredibly bitter...where is my warm tub of...ouch...someone has struck my body...again...and again... I am unable to get away...I have no voice.
Perhaps if I look in those green eyes they will stop this jarring of my body and return me to my warm place....those same green eyes are now blue ...
Allah! The sound is so clear now ringing in my head. And again my body is struck...
Warmth is here, it is the source of the word Allah repeated..
Soft, warm, brown skin....they are looking me in my eyes...at least they stopped striking me. Hush on the room. I feel heat,
I hear that familiar heart beat...but it is distant now....I am hungry...but there is nothing....
I have been born.
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Green Eyes were the first eyes I remember
PoetryI remember being born, I remember his green eyes.
