Words, words
I write words,
I write them with my hand.
I cannot hold them back,
And my heart won’t calm down.
Rosy words
I speak rosy words,
And with the breeze they drift,
Lighting up the crystal,
And yearning for my affection.
I turn with it, all alone,
Seeing maidens from paradise,
Flirting and drifting by.
And in my wandering boat,
Lost in endless seas,
It neither stops nor rests,
No shore to hold it back,
No night to soothe its path.
Words from heaven
Their scent is fragrant and pure,
I listen and wish
They’d reach closed ears,
Resonating, echoing,
One ring after another.
The sea of words is deep,
It leaned in, took my hand,
And swore I’d not pass
Without awaiting its call.
I cried out, “O Sea of Goodness,
O Sea of Songs,
Lean toward me, quench me,
Let me drink of your love."
I write words.
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Ali Sadeek Ahmed
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Love the layout of this. Each section is so powerful and thought-provoking. Great Publication!
My dear friends and readers of my work In my article today, I swim with it in the seas of the world and the extent of its influence on me and in my life. I hope you like it and I await your comments