Lady of the Secluded Ponds
Ayad Gharbawi
Eyeless flower
In minds of unrest
Sing this melody in warmth abundant.
Troubled Skies have chosen
To forsake you
While you crowds seek to intermingle
With lovers un-affected
Do you yet again fail to comprehend?
Moon-less sky
Come and perchance you may
Yearn in me, to visualise
A show of Truth
That dances
The Dance of Closure
And yes what cried – cried!
That is my understanding
Of History
Where outbreaks of madness
Virulently burst out
Far too often
In uncontrollable rages;
Gentle lady!
In the midst of it all;
Come to feel
That your
Flowers in your mouth
Will bring bitterness
And not deliverance
For that which is
Constitutionally brittle
Cannot last
Think, then
Think!
Soft Lady
Of Ponds Warmly
Enclosed.
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