It is written.
Maktub.
So she walks,
Silently sweeping sand,
Sandals gingerly touch
The earth.
It is written,
Maktub.
So he fights,
Swift blows swinging,
Sweaty palms clench
The air.
It is written,
Maktub.
So she prays,
Invisible messages sent,
Searching souls pierce,
The silence.
It is written,
Maktub.
So they hide,
Sinful seeds sowed,
Rebellious sighs serenade,
The moon.
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