at fajr I wake
you were wrapped in dew
white sheets like a shroud
eyes glow goldenin starlight.
I know your devotion,
sodon't promise me paradise
in place of your presence.
with your word in these morning hours
I could be satisfied.
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Shy Anger
PoetryA collection of poems digging into the emotions and experiences that we sometimes try to hide - from love to anxiety to anger and disappointment.
