Nageh Ahmed - (Poem)
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NAGEH AHMED - Egypt
The magic of the moon
One-sidedly, it leaned.
I saw a hug of life in the face.
After a pulse of fear,
A free pause arose in me.
Rays of hope extended beneath the equator.
You know the location of a bleeding wound.
From my heart, woe is me.
A fire that never goes out.
And the fractures
of my letters twisted from their pain.
Their tears spilled and scattered
between the air and the water.
The vapor of your love's waves.
From the magic of the moon.
Evaporated in space.
No longer condensed.
To bring us together even in winter.
The roses did not grow after you.
I was ashamed to see them without you.
The glances of healing do not appear,
they do not blossom.
The flames of longing rush towards
me after separation.
Love receded between
the covers of a book.
No one reads it.
My verses surrendered.
To prolonged sadness.
From afar, we are...
Not this whole world.
We live without life.
Prepared Angela Kosta
