*for Sagal*
i have always
known the faint kiss
of the morning rose
that blushes early
and leaves its tears
for one to taste
and as the petals
that serve as our memories
float like islands of promised time
those kisses that bore your name
still linger upon your soul
as much as they have upon mine
*barqin ubax - 'morning rose' from the Somali language
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