Hajj

I long for Hajj
For my sins to be erased
For a rebirth from my mother’s womb
Just as the paradise stone
Whiter than milk
Testifying with its eyes and tongue
That my simple touch
Was true and sincere

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About Samra

Poet and fundraiser for humanitarian causes. Lives in London
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