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Letter to my sister
by Warda al barbar


I sailed the sea of mourning,
forlorn but canopied
with your virtuous soul.

Upon crying waves
I dropped my remembrance
as an anchor, to abstain
between the eastern sun
of forgettables
and the western moon
of ignorance,
a compass I lost
when I heard your mellow
voice murmuring
in a melodious dream …
waves swallowed me
when I saw your coy smile
painting an archaic picture
of a crowned epoch.

I found myself safe, but taken
by memories that grieve me.
Not alone; your mother
drank the sea to beget you again
and your father is a shore of sadness
standing to erase death.


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