Folds

The folds,

And if only I can

Retreat in between

Old dusty pages

Of a library

Or not,

Into clean fragrant sheets

Of a childhood bed

Ironed afresh

Fold me and tuck me 
Into the bowels of infancy

Swallowed into

The cotton 

Of a good night--

O, fault lines of Beirut

Open up and take me in your shade,

To seep into the veins of the pavements

And through the cracks in the walls

Of the city

On a rainy

Rainy day

if only

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This is so nice ..
great work you did :)

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. i love the way you've folded your words and created this beautiful poem ... i wish you lots of whatever you wish for ... :) ...