I Planted You As Light
Flowers among
the ruins
I formed in your
roots
Dove wings
I left a ghost
town
There is no war
in it
Without darkness
Everything is
permissible
In the horizons
I fly without
feathers...or wings
Without barriers
and clashes,
Or pain and
pain!
I fall asleep on
a pillow
Stuffed with
ostrich feathers
I sway
coquettishly..
With the wind
and breezes
I flaunt a dress
It was
embroidered with clouds
I collect the
raindrops
I fashion them
into pearls
I adorn myself
with the necklace of life.
Studded with
rubies from the sky
What a beautiful
moment
I seduce deaf
atoms in it
No noise from
newspapers and news
No chattering
thoughts
I breathe air
And the nectar
of dew
I sip, smiling
Long-term
I have spent my life
Why am I looking
for refuge?
At the corners
of life
I wish I could
repeat
The hands of
time
Days..
So that I can
feel safe!
A Child Of Dreams
I planted you as
light
Flowers among
the ruins
I formed in your
roots
Dove wings
I left a ghost
town
There is no war
in it
Without darkness
Everything is
permissible
In the horizons
I fly without
feathers...or wings
Without barriers
and clashes,
Or pain and
pain!
I fall asleep on
a pillow
Stuffed with
ostrich feathers
I sway coquettishly..
With the wind
and breezes
I flaunt a dress
It was
embroidered with clouds
I collect the
raindrops
I fashion them
into pearls
I adorn myself
with the necklace of life.
Studded with
rubies from the sky
What a beautiful
moment
I seduce deaf
atoms in it
No noise from
newspapers and news
No chattering
thoughts
I breathe air
And the nectar
of dew
I sip, smiling
Long-term
I have spent my life
Why am I looking
for refuge?
At the corners
of life
I wish I could
repeat
The hands of
time
Days..
So that I can
feel safe!
Gaza
A rebellious
woman
She was created
from the womb of a frozen nation
As a linguistic
masterpiece
About the lines
of the shops are unique...
Slim figure
He rises to the
heights of pride...
And curls of
gypsy hair
Flows with freedom...
Her nose is like
a lofty one
Zubaida
Al-Abbasiya...
Her lips are
burgundy
Like cries of
truth
The violent blood...
Its fragrance is
of a wild flower
He broke the
neck of the bottle and the bondage...
Don't falter in
her steps
Even if she
walked without shoes
On a pink land..
A woman like the
full moon, clear and clear
And luminous on
moonlit nights...
Do not accept
grievances, solid and proud..
Firm as olive
roots
In the soil of
its land, it is firmly established and strong...
Don't Preach Patience To Me
In the cold,
while you are wearing a coat
And gloves..
Don't preach to
me patience
I am hungry and you are belching with gluttony
And he's full...
Don't preach to
me patience
In despair while you dance with joy
And happily...
Don't preach to
me patience
In hardship and
distress while
you break your
fast with bread and honey..
Don't preach to
me patience
On illness and
disease while you are taking medicine
And an
antidote...
Don't preach to
me patience
For the loss of
those around you,
the ties of
kinship and your inner being..
Don't preach to
me patience
Against
oppression and injustice,
and you are in
prosperity
And prosperity
is blessings...
Don't preach to
me patience
In fear and war,
and you
With checks you
hide...
Don't preach to
me patience
To the sound of
“RPG”
and you are
listening to “Beethoven’s” music..
Come down to my
house,
Or be content
with the laws of the jungle
And be silent!
YASMINE ABDEL SALAM HARMOUSH
YASMINE ABDEL SALAM HARMOUSH: The literary
writer Yasmine Abdel Salam Harmoush, from Lebanon, the country of beauty and
culture, her birthplace is Safira, Dinniyeh, born on 8/15/1988. She has a work
entitled (Jasmine) Her academic specialty is experience and auditing in
financial accounting. Her writings appeared in most newspapers and magazines,
and she dealt with social issues as well as poetic texts.
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