Short Poem: Hopeful Days

people flying kites on the meadow in qatar
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We run deep to catch the moments that seem to disintegrate in our hands. To grasp onto love in a desolate and dismal land. But in the midst of turmoil we take our stand. We will reach higher than kites sailing in the afternoon sky.

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Love always, Ayesha

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