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  • I truly saw this
    A dwarfish pomegranate
    Growing in a train.

    Saw myself strolling
    Near Haroun Al Rashid’s Pond
    Drunk on attar fumes

    But this joyous sight
    Disappeared out the window
    As I woke s’nly

    With tears in my throat
    As the blessed tree was now
    In a wretched clay pot


    Why o why must we
    Wake up from a wondrous dream
    When reality’s so drab?

    Image by Violet
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