Senses

by Meriam Ziyadeh

Can you hear the silence 

even when it’s loud? 

Can you taste the pain

whether it’s the saltiness that falls down your cheek 

or the sound of the sky when it rains? 

Can you see the scars 

even when they’re faded? 

Can you smell the catastrophe that’s been created? 

Can you touch the sky 

even if it’s far up high? 

Or is that only possible  

the moment that you die? 

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