Tonight, I will sleep in the garden Buried under rocks and sand A man will come with a rake every now and then To carve lines into my body And he will say “The flowers are sweet today.” At night when the lights are quiet The moon like a sea shell washed ashore by a…
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Who I Am
My name is Amira. I’m a writer. I’m actually a lot of different things, and it would take too much time to put them all here, but I’m three things primarily: a writer, a wine marketer, and an explorer. I’m not a blogger by trade, but I write here sometimes about things that I’m interested…
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