Confide the Memories
My moiety of ineffable felicity,
Surpassing seraglios and tomorrows,
Is my Fatimah across the Dead Sea.
My footprints follow tornadoes.
From a proletarian civilization,
I've watched the wealth you share,
For you, I'm in starvation,
I refuse to get involved if you don't care.
On your lonesome, I still can't tell you,
So I weep in despair while we're divided.
Forever, I'll rue not knowing if it's true,
But memories to my mind are confided.
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