** (The path of painful love) ** ************* By: Maysaa Dkduk /

** (The path of painful love) **

     ************* By:

            Maysaa Dkduk / Syria /

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I woke up poetry from the whisper of the breeze ...

From his silent silence in the depths ...

From the shadow of his eyes ...

You are the night ....

...

Scattering the characters in my neck in all stages of his life waiting for a meeting nebula ..

Meadow of those found on the beach nostalgia.

In the star star will meet by sea ..

In the presence of a sleepy moon under the rain ...

The shadows of the night hug the shadows of the trees ...

On the bank of silver and composite (Zeus)

In the vicinity of Farouz and Marmar ..

I hear hymns ...

Accompanied by a trip in the hills of ...

To its palm trees and grapes ...

To her generosity, which has awakened from its drowsiness ...

Her wine washed away us with great glamor

...

Attach it along the time mat ...

We trained the path of love as the dawn shroud

The ...

Our ...

I lit a candle for our pure love ...

We prostrate to ...

It was a farewell on a lilac terrace ..

I cried and I woke up and made fruit on the sides

To stay in place ...

He cried hoping to hold the flower of nostalgia

I cried ....

I believed in the gods of love ....

Why this deadly misery ?!

Two lovers tremble in the heart of stillness

In a rough sea of ​​Aistek ..

And two cups of date and crystal

My heart is a pain that does not accept partition.

My heart waves of love Troy forests in the caves of Africa ...

Springs erupt on the balconies of Andalusia

Through the Maghreb ...

Horseback riding ...

The mirrors of the Atlantic cross Damascus.

Overflowing with wheat, her fingers are adorned with agate ...

The poem breaks its shirt buttons.

Screaming and long distance ...

Love in the depths of the void in the depths of the dying light.

Common in things ...

We were chased by wind and desert ...

Chased us in wine bays of boredom

Hands trembling and shiver sad grief

Anin spirit in the city reaches its cemetery ...

The darkness of the sea ....

The lovers in the night of Dag frosting with cover

عٌآشُقُةّ کْآلَلَيَلَ وٌآلَهّآر ...

Like the moon ....

As chapters ....

The stages of love and the monuments of ...

The lover is still looking for a heart ring.

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*** May 31, 2019 

Maysaa Dkduk