Palm Trees

Dearest Morning breeze

We do belong to the sun and moon in equal measure

This one cup is liquid gold

The other darknesses treasure 

Over a sea of skies-

From one season of palms to another

Where secrets still sleep and hope still tries

narrow nights respond with silver sighs

Among melodied midnight and purple’d blues

This daybreaks still sings it’s honeyed hues

⚖️ 

It’s from الله