poetry
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Egypt is, to me…
Egypt is, to me, a blind man standing calmly on the side of the street waiting for someone to help him cross over. Within 10 seconds, a boy ran over and held his arm to help him across the busy street. Egypt is, to me, when I was stuck in an elevator and before long…
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The Greener Grass
The wealthy little boy sat Uncomfortable in his blazer and tie He stared miserably out of the schoolbus window His outlet into what he thought was freedom The poor boy sat In his tattered and dirtied clothes On the back of a truck He stared miserably back At the wealthy little boy Wishing to have…
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Sinai
Drifted into a dream The sea gurgling next to me like A newborn baby The dome peppered with stars, witnessed Shooting stars flirting- A rip in the canvas And another one… and another I could not help but ask To the sky: What are you? ———————————————– August 8, 2019 Nuweibaa, South Sinai, Egypt…
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Dancing Dervishes
Whether you believe there is a God, Gods, or that there is nothing else other than us, or that everything is just waves, vibrating on some form of energy, or that there are infinite other realms, or that we are merely simulations – whatever it is, they are all attempts to understand the universe around…
Amanda Tapp 