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I am sad 3

never

have

i

ever

regretted

giving

love

though

i

have

often

regretted

‘receiving’

‘it’

Ⓒ Niliema Karkhanis

dispatches from quarantine 2: passing days

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Rikonavt

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. here am i .

. i remember .

. i forget .

. i cry .

. what is .

¿ this space ?

¿ the after ?

. try .

. quiet .

. sleep .

. tears .

? why ¿

. far .  . away .

. music .

[…]

dispatches from quarantine 2: passing days

© Niliema Karkhanis

dispatches from quarantine 2: passing days

Photo by Rikonavt 
from Pexels

. here am i .

. i remember .

. i forget .

. i cry .

. what is .

¿ this space ?

¿ the after ?

. i try .

. quiet .

. sleep .

. tears .

? why ¿

. far . 

. away .

. music .

. plays .

… a sigh …

. it’s not .

. so far .

. & it is .

. i find .

© Niliema Karkhanis

& then the flowers they bloom again

Photo by

Karolina Grabowska 

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This was not

Meant for us

We did

Not know

Though

Through

We loved

We were

Not there

To find

The answers

To everything Everything changes Every flower opens Then goes away

Every sound

On waves

Leaves

To return

Another day

Another season

Another year

Years go by

Taking With them

Time […]

& then the flowers they bloom again

 Ⓒ Niliema Karkhanis