Monday, January 09, 2006
Class Notes
How long can I hold your breath?
Misplaced drawings on the side of my page
reveal more than the irrational words scrawled,
line after fallen line; Symmetrical and A.
unexpected flowers blossom around each
binder hole, coiled on this fragmented paper of mine.
And, in the margins
written over and over
rubbed out over and over:
Your name
touches the tips of my fingers.
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6 comments:
One of your best poems ever, Asmaa. This one is oozing with emotion with a smooth flow to it... mashallah.
Stop writing my name everywhere! =P
Really nice poem.
assalamu aleikum
my dear friend, how careless other strings of words seem compared to the loveliness in you.
>hug<
Assalaamu Alaikum :)
wow *applause*
Eid Mubarak!
Nauman, thanks. Approval from you, of all people, is nice.
Ahy, I already told you that I won't tell. Don't press your luck.
Bushra, yes, the secret is out :O
Sheikh, walaikum assalaam. I love your comments, they make me smile and feel warm and fuzzy. How careless other strings of words seem compared to the loveliness in YOU. hug X 2 :)
Squeeky, Bro, Eid Mubarak to you guys! (and everyone else too).
eid mubarak
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