asr [late-afternoon]
I recalled that you had once said that heaven was
a place on earth,
but you were wrong,
not that you were right to begin with,
ʎɐʍʎuɐ.
Because at the moment,
heaven seemed like a dєlusíσn,
a tough escape,
from neighboring insanity.
And I knew that,
from the way you carried yourself,
as if ｄｒｉｆｔｉｎｇ silently,
to υnspoken hills.
That was the вøυṉḋαɾÿ between the
ones who were sane,
and the others who stood,
atop the foggy ƒɾαсτυɾεṡ
of their own delιrιυм.
It was easy to see that in
the way, I moved
like a ĞĤĂŚŤĹŶ figure,
in the fading sunlight
also ｄｒｉｆｔｉｎｇ,
but, further away
from you.
Assalamu Alaikum or Hello,
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faded blue
Poetryin which a girl writes down her thoughts on tattered blue pages, with only a worn-out copy of the Quran, a long dress, two granola bars, three dollars and her Lord to guide her while surviving on the streets of New York City. ~ They say that somewhe...
