Part of me

Each time he embraces me I whisper
How do you smell

Like earth

River of purity  

and Arabian Oud 

So I embrace him longer

Leaving part of me

To be his new odor

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About Samra

Poet and fundraiser for humanitarian causes. Lives in London
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