Ghassan Sayegh Poems

The many wounds kept me sane
As, Joanne of Arc, I'm unjustly slain;
I wish I had a washed brain
So forever to forget feeling drained.
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The heart wounded of the scars and illness,
The mind dazzled emitting his airwaves,
The body wrecked labors in stillness,
Before me stood an alluring lost waif.
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Twinkling wide black eyes in the love weaved,
The body is lush, the breasts are heaved,
Senuous innocence on the face sparked
Passionate longings my life have marked.
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