*** ************ With my pen: Maysa Ali Dakdouk / Syria
*** A journey to resurrection ***
************ With my pen:
Maysa Ali Dakdouk / Syria
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Leaving ...
I suffer in my pain with a beater that accompanies the assignment
Contains the songs of songs
Soaked in clay sludge
It contains ritual expatriates
It is hell
Long path
To cross the sources of fire and alienation
A late woman folds night soreness on a bank
Willow screaming cooing
The late fold of love passion
And oppression rivers, these desert banks
The rocks of sorrows and sorrows hurt me
And time, this stillness
That the gap, Manhal, nectar
The seas of clouds and the distant call
I'm leaving for the balcony of rut
To the balcony came to light me
To Bahr Ghim, a hill of light
It fascinates me with the waves of its holes
To thirst deep down thirsty
Luminous with salt and water cities
I hold it
Fountain of alphabet overflows
The sound of letters dies
The pain cloud clears
Melody sounds
Between waking and waking
I don’t know who winds the wind
And he made the sun wake up ...
And free her registration from her pain
I threw my jacket of fire
Snow plowed into exile paths
Tempt the clay to free from shackle
I wait for the sun to fly
It is a yearning tree waving its fruits
And a ship takes me to the shore of maturity
To the balconies of the soul
Shake the palm tree
Leaving deep in the seas of cloud
Sinking with the fruits of longing
Madaen Al-Bouha
Thirst goes down deep down
Waterproof and breeze
Insert the sap of the twigs
And draw the face of my beloved in the poem
I am free
I split my face to hair
Wavy with the beginning light
I recite my first poem A verse of light
In the clouds of clouds, go deep down
And drop me into my orbit
And color it with wine
We will melt together like a piece of snow
We are burning
Naseer ashes Ashq
The neighing of the dead
Cry of the blind
For a new emission
It is a book of estrus
Rejection to die
Innovator for adoration sober on
The balcony of eternity.
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*** 22/6/2020 by my pen:
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