Wijdan Waheed Shallal (Prepared Angela Kosta)
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I'M THE DEVIOUS RUST
Guarding a piece of sadness with a heart drenched in love
Peeking from windows, towards a fog enlightened with hope
Discerning a breath of roses and the wailing pillars of time
When the moon swirls
In cycles...
Around the obscure
Profuse enough, this loss
In your eyes
No tender ember in my palms
And memories unforgettable
First winter
First rain
First poem
First disappointment
End of summer
Then after, matters have become serene
It may take a thousand year of sorrow
To remain...
Tracing a wish of thirst
Still Oblivious to the river's path??
Even when you're returning
Like rain
You draw me in parallel line to longing
I rest on the mirage
And depart the suspicions
Singing on the leaves.
Prepared Angela Kosta
