In Any Normal Day

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In any normal day

Your face is a poem bouncing on the edges of my fingers

In any normal day

Your voice dances in the chambers of my heart

​In any normal day

You walk through my veins

Like a magic secret potion

Of happiness.

​In any normal day

Your breath is the wind that stirs the quiet curtains

A soft rhythm I follow through the halls

Mapping the distance between us

Until there is no distance at all.

​In any normal day

Your laughter is the golden ink

Writing sunbeams across the floor

Turning the mundane into a miracle

And leaving me wanting nothing more...

Nidal Sati



A triptych image showing a sunlit room with white curtains blowing in a soft breeze, a window overlooking a garden, and a wooden desk with an open journal, a fountain pen, and vintage amber glass bottles catching the golden morning light.

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