Your skin comes undone under my touch
Sand falling off my hands,
Blown by the wind,
Shimmering dust made of dreams.
And my clumsy fingertips
In their haste betray me heart.
With desperate greed
They extend beyond my reach
Trying to catch in vain
Each single grain of your being.
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Shortys2024 Challenge
شِعرA collection of poems for the Shortys Challenge 2024. Starting September 1st , I'll be posting a short poem a day and submitting it to the challenge. Join me in this personal quest, and let's find out if I can complete the goal of writing 30 poems i...
