Fatima Nusairat

(Jordan)

I Am Coming


Behold, I am coming..;
Preparing the time beats..
On the pulse of my heart /your heart
Let the day elapses to wait!

Behold, I am coming..;
Like a bird sings..
On the wind of fluff and silk..
With a A bird of a hundred heart and a rose..!

Here I am on my way..;
Gathering a thousand star and star..
Flooded of light..
Whenever the night taken from him..
I add a light to him / to you again..!

Behold, I will walking through
Your poems again..
With the first spring blossom..,
Therefor silently read messengers
Of my eyes!
And.. look into my eyes as a painter,
Then you will see how..
My heart on a plate
Drawing your features..!

Submitted: Friday, June 07, 2013
Edited: Thursday, August 01, 2013
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