Lama Abbas Poems

I have learnt to love beyond the beauty...
Face to face...
My eyes wonder...
Art shone in magnificence of range...
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Resting over midnight's bosom a careless heart...
The other beneath a ceiling gaze in perplexity
Ov'r the seventh hour beyond his day he lives...
Dreading wicked malice and atrocity
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Wings of dreams beat hard
Casting shadows
Rising and falling...
Of huge frames...
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Mist dense o'er face
Warmth consolation to days
Drizzle of the early rain...
Who's guise conceal eyes grave proclaim?
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If I can't sew notes together in a garland for my love...

If I do understand things but not those lofty says moulded in curves and twists doubtful of their own course...
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Which shores I find thee?
Your footsteps lay at the heaven’s door...
Where no mortal soul could ever reach...
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Races she beyond me
Tiny soul of great reverence...
Glides she like grace of wind
A smile from the lips of innocence...
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Nature in its versatile patterns...
Questioning intellects...
Ever seek...
Her brilliance remains unconquered ages after
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Your life tied up in breakable knots of fate
Your heart eludes the truth
Breaking free
You leave a thin streak like meteor to the sky
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