Poem: HER, by Wiam Najjar

Whoever described them as butterflies,
Did not see her face
Did not hear her laugh
Or smell her magical scent
An earthquake shook my very core
When she smiled at me,
With her head tilted and her curls descending,
Her shoulders and my heart
She walked closer to me
And I forgot to breathe
Her hand touched my arm
“You ok?” she asked
I was not ok that day
I was reborn

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