On my Island there are no names,
no bodies, not even brains.
The air is cool,
sunsets are long,
and the sky is smooth like velvet skin.
Remember the time we drowned in the ocean?
We were so close, we almost reached its shore.
ballad to the moon by Madiha Bataineh is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
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