Seldom

Sweet as a pomegranate Middle Eastern friend,

Proudly introduces me as her green-eyed soulmate.

Scheherazade would say that hue of those eyes,

Might be beginning of a long - lasting romance.

It takes me to the country I was born,

Where officials used to censor words and even colors,

Making streets , buildings and squares look dull,

Because anything but grey , should remain unknown

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In a foreign land , I am slowly learning how it’s like “to be”,

And not to shy away from the treasure that’s inside me.