heavenly gift |  maher sabry


The little god
Who sprouted electronic wings
Is standing on my windowsill
Collecting prayers
And afraid of falling
onto the bowed necks
Of the worshippers
I bribed him with grains of sugar
To forgive me my sins
So he gave me his smile.

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