The Blessing
Enok Mayeny
Barefoot daring to walk amid the thrashing eye-glitter of  what remains when the tide retreats we ask ourselves why did it matter so much to have the last word? Or any word? Here, please— take what remains. It is yours.
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Why?
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I was alone. I am alone. I will be alone. But why People always lie? I can't hear it Every time! And then They try to come Back. And i Don't understand it. Why?
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تُومِي.
و مَا الّذي يجعلُ مصطلحُ الوردة قبِيحة؟ -مَا الّذي تنتظرهُ من وردةٍ واجهت ريَاح عاتية ؛ وتُربة قَاحلة و بتلَاتٍ منهَا قَد ترَاخت أرضًا ، مَا الّذي ستصبحهُ برأيك؟
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