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My heart hath fallen into thee;
where thou cannot see;
nor, wishfully, flee.

The grasp of the almighty;
although mighty;
is but a whisper of hope;
to help me cope;
with a rope;
around the globe.

The almighty and I,
dancing eye-to-eye,
heart-to-heart,
as an art,
drawn together,
growing together.

As a fallen feather…
a fallen warrior,
a fallen angel,
mistaken as a stranger,
but a spatial,
a mirror,
of you.

Draw your love,
together,
within a glove,
held by a tether,
and play.

– ©2019 Haitham Al-Beik