Ghazal
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I think I accidentally wrote a ghazal, of sorts. Although I don't know for sure, and I hope it's not cultural appropriation.
In the silence, the morning comes.
Weapons, drones, like the sound of drums.
In the silence, I hoped for peace.
For the sweetness of release
In the silence, I tried to dream.
My slumber shattered, a child's scream.
In the silence, I cried.
Nothing left but silence for the child who died.