White shirts sway,
skirts flutter like doves.
I hang my dreams
next to the children’s socks,
and watch them dry in the sun.
From A Poem A Day: Middle East & North Africa


White shirts sway,
skirts flutter like doves.
I hang my dreams
next to the children’s socks,
and watch them dry in the sun.
From A Poem A Day: Middle East & North Africa

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