البحر الميت

I lay suspended in saline motion

my face to the marshmallow sky,

glad for the salt which filled the sea,

and praying it might preserve the joy in me.



For I have spent quite long enough

filling my own Dead Sea with tears

and now, from the view of a sandy shore,

I see nothing grows in there.

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