maghrib [evening]
The sσund of sirens,
spoke out against
the קคiภtєd sky.
Then,
a ŦĹĂŚĤĨŃĞ of
lights,
a warning to the
alive ones.
A reminder to
the ｄｅａｄ ones.
I was alive
ǝʌıןɐ.
did th
at
count?
The sirens
then ｒｅｔｕｒｎｅｄ
to their homes.
So did I.
Yet
the
one impishly stuck
in my mouth.
Maybe breathing
love would
s. A. v. E
Me,
Can you save me
God?
Assalamu Alaikum wa Rahmatullahi wa Barakatuhu or Hello,
I haven't written in a long time, and I came up with this a little while ago. Hopefully, you all enjoy reading it. If you noticed, the style is a bit different from my other works. The character is going through changes, so that is part of the reason. THANK YOU ALL FOR YOUR SUPPORT, OR JAZAKALLAHU KHAIRAN. I would love it if you drop a line! (Oh and please keep me in your duas [prayers], inshallah!)
- FallingFeather
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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...
