Listening to the distant calls,
And sauntering by the sea
The water evokes sounds,
Only the heart can perceive
Will morphs into a prism,
The colors it comes to recognize
It shakes hands with Wisdom,
And thoughts soon materialize
A poet’s dream is a forbidden planet,
Where pens do the killing,
And Love steps in as soon,
As the walking dead curse the living…
…Is the poison finally receding?
Hadi Atallah 
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