Rawan Al-Enezi


Silver swords scattered at her feet
She could no longer endure to dance with them
So she leases them to the ground and they allow the little January
Sunshine to reflect on her petite brown body that
Swayed to the sound of the aged wooden tambourine
Stealing the glances of the mesmerized crowd which
Surrounds her, it is where
She is happiest


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