Prayers Beneath the Stars

By , Pewaukee, WI

A sky filled, with countless stars.
Under the stars, I’d kneel for Allah.
Imprisoned, I miss the stars.
Frigid floors cry, the same it’s not.
I break out, to view the stars,
to worship, one final time.






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