Today’s choice
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Maryam Seyf
Off Limits
you and I sit
facing each other
in dialogue
across the table
light between us
or so we think
how curious
our words rebound
before reaching the intended addressee
kisses perhaps, next time we meet.
bring me something
from you know where
maybe that has always been enough
Maryam Seyf is a poet who left London for Spain. She was a film maker before she discovered poetry. Her inspirations come from walking on the sands close to the waves. She has been long listed for Magma.
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