at sea (i am your serenity)

ix

(this one is the most disliked by me but it's important to show my own growth ) it's kinda old
arabia;

oh I do miss arabia,

the sweet coffee, the gold the henna,

my skin seeled like doors - harem me,

I am not to go back to here,

what I do in arabia is their fear

strike they say to the soil,

and I reveal their motive to oil,

you cannot condemn and repent,

harbour these secrets in wild in a tent,

it will all spill out and scorch the skin like the print on my palm,

no such thing, the moon can harm

with a eclipse I refuse to let it be shunned

for it is my beauty, the whole the divine.

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