Husk of Hay - by Matab Brahimi



A husk of hay
buried beneath
too light to weigh
this golden sheath

I found the strand
that made me weep
with the hearts command
I placed it deep

too fragile to clutch
too temporal to sustain
internalizing its touch
outweighed feeling its grain

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