@hamedns

Your hair was the tide of the sea, and when I closed my eyes I was a drifting board riding its restless waves. Call my name I am a stranger to voices Call me, so I won’t fear the storm Call me, for in the noise and clamor of the world every voice feels foreign to me. Like a child lost in an alleyway like a migrant unable to speak the language of a new homeland like a bird fallen behind its flock like an autumn leaf carried anywhere the wind chooses I wander. And your voice is the only familiar thing I have You are the lighthouse on the shore and I will save myself only by the light you cast. Poet : myself

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