Friday, 23 October 2009

The First Poem for "AL ZAHRA'A"

You, the Queen;
You, the flower of summer;
Your pain doesn't wound your beauty,
And nothing be tender enough but,
But, you;
But, your voice;
But, your smile;
Your faith of yourself only what could help you;
Mountains you climb,
Like winds,
Nothing stops the winds to blow,
Nor even huge mass of rocks;
And, no fear remains any longer;
God bless you, and with you being at each step;
Walk;
And, may Him save your smile all along;
Like you've drawn myriad of smiles on my face,
Lots of times.

12th Aug.

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