Renay Intisar Jihad

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A tulip bent by the wings of time.
A butterfly caught off guard
landed in my hand.
It became mine.
Dust with wind settled in my eye.
The sun’s beam
drained the peasant drops.
I love this life of leisure.
With rising comes shine.
I wiped the steam which coated my brow.
Reclined…

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Renay Intisar Jihad

Renay Intisar Jihad

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Retired Literacy Coach/Reading Specialist. Write poetry, fiction, and news articles. Visit RenaySpace.com, Amazon.com, and MetaStellar.com. Every day is a gift!