* (Al-Sajid in Mihrab Al-Shawq) *
****************** By
Maysaa Dkduk / Syria /
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Sajjad in the niche of his love
I had a candle in front of him
He, I ... !!!
And the presence in that spot
We distribute the breath of light
you and me
Wow ...!!
In the presence of light
In an atmosphere of incense
My God ...
What's this fun ... !!?
Suffering in love
We thought Dia and light
Do not recognize him as heresy ...!
How long will we be safe?
Sir ...
Hey gorgeous ..!
My body was torn apart ...
Of heartburn tear ..!
We will never waste our time
Our spirit split a thousand pieces
We both shape the letter
Colored by a gap
Do not pretend to whisper rhythm
Everything we write ...
Tone and sound
Stars disappear
If we lose the sea idea ... !!
Of every major in our country
And from every hurdle ...
Our fruit ... !!!
If you accept my invitation, poet ...
On the evening bank
...
To generate the poem
On the impact of a cup in a gargle.
And we travel on the sound of rhymes
To Baghdad.
to Egypt...
Tunisia ...
To Algeria and Basra
And planted the aspirations in Damascus and Maara .. !!
To break the characters in the ...
Enthusiasts are pleased
In the eyes of lovers ...
Gardens of tender love
Our message arrived
All our daughters are witches
Their feet are scented ...!
And our sons are lamps between their estrangement
Have a good reputation
What if we stayed together
We build our shattered country
Honest call
You are a free cream ... !!!
I am free and generous.
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** 26/7/2018 /
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