ramadan//a poem for us dawq: and so you enter a realm to clean the sheet like morning, a knowing of the quench, a thirst that grounds at dawning sami3: you hear the masjids, they call despite the yawning, a word to keep you steadfast, when your destiny is calling haas: do you feel the light, it’s renewed before the soaring, and when the shadow shifts, there lay metaphors worth exploring souls they scurry and prayers break down a hoarding, theRead more