A Vestige Of Meaning
By Ahmed Latif
Some words speak of their own accord,
Like flowerets in the garden.
Like children singing their play songs.
Like stars galaxies apart, seeing each other’s light.
Some moments keep their own time,
Like a chipped-tooth shy smile.
Like the sun brightening the naked rain.
Like a lark recalling its forgotten song
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