The night of a red moon

My mind is a blank.

The loss for words is not uncommon,

but this time it’s different;

caused by a red moon.

my words seem at lost till 2033,

when i shall find myself

and look back in retrospect over my inability to function

with a smile but not a word.

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By aicha bint yusif

Writing is my key to free spaces. I write to let things out and to chronicle some, and you're more than welcome to read them.

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