Soulmates
Soulmates tides and wounds.
Body chemistry and physics have their severity of sores.
The soulmates are alone in their sacred where they are slaughtered in the valleys of silence.
The glow of the sun, the light of the moon, and the loud sound of nightingales are mere tranquilities that sooth the silence of solitude.
Soulmates love the land and the open range of environs with their horizons.
Rivers of love exposed time and harmony.
God bless you, Gaza, which is covered in blood and wound.
Ottawa International Poets and Writers for human Rights (OIPWHR)
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