I went to the waters,

Salty myself,

Saw a line,

Between the seas and heavens,

And thought to myself-

Maybe, maybe

That is where we stood apart

Here’s to the branches

That held us,

And to the prime number

That we were

That could only

Divide itself.

Hamam AZ

A hopeless romantic hanging in there in a world that's not sure about it anymore. Engineering undergraduate. Poet.

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