Hibah Shabkhez
Respair

Moonlight translated nights for me,
            And sunlight the day;
            But I could not stay
Could not learn to listen. The tree

Held for me just timber and fruit.
            Never flowers, nor
            Little nub-eyes for
The spring. I learnt to salute,

To covet only power. But in each shower,
            Filled with regrets, I now seek out fresh smell-secrets.

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