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when the dawn appears,
and the suns seems like a baby asleep by a lullaby,
…i long for your horizon…
your mixed complexion..quest for attention…
and it suits you..so does ur pride..
…You’re just a lady seducing them..
…alll…
east, west,…they came to have you..
all of them..
and your scared,nevermind your initiating seduction..
But don’t be..scared..
for you have gone through this before..
for ages and ages..your skin shows it all..
Still..eyes on your beloved..as they long for you…
Your lips kissed his, and he wanted no other woman but you..
Your body speaks…like humans do..refuses any cloth but its skin..
It stays, real..untouched..
shows the sweetness of their touch..
and the bitterness of their rage..

Now you’re still standing..always will…
Don’t you worry..
Your seduction is immutable..it’s there whenever there’s beauty..
The skin of stone hardens with every clenched fist..
You are the immortal companion the shore has found..how lucky is he to have u..
All remains remain there..scars on ur naked body…but u enjoy it..
The sweet-bitter race planted some bittersweet memory for them..
Them?..beloved?..who wait for ur giving, and give you none…

..But don’t you worry,
for they, and I, will always hear your scream,
feel your hesitating touch..
and, whenever the dawn appears,
and the sun seems like a baby asleep by a lullaby,
…Ill recognize your complexion..
..and delay you horizon..

To Beirut…
~ Zeina ~

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