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The Chest

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Author: Sana Tamreen Mohammed

Sana Tamreen MohammedMarch 19, 2018

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The Chest

written by: Sana Tamreen Mohammed

Waves come running to me
hiding the layers of sunset,
embroidered pattern in every fold.

Certain things are not meant to be
concealed.
Empty cans in water,
shapes in the sky,
sometimes of a bird going home,
waves breaking on the shore.

I want to hold them all together
fill the ocean in my heart.

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Sana Tamreen Mohammed is an acclaimed poet published across the world. Besides being featured in a radio show, she also co-authored Kleptomaniac's Book of Unoriginal Poems (BRP, Australia).

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The Chest - March 19, 2018

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