Of Khalil Gibran's mysticism and the truth
about existence,
my mind keeps ever,
''for the flowers you lay on
Selma's tomb
are like falling drops of dew
from the eyes of dawn
on the leaves
of a withering rose''
the verses I keep in my heart,
love elevates from my soul
to embrace the eternity, dear,
when I live in this polluted world
I recollect dear your verses again:
''It removed from my shoulders
the wings of youth
and made me like a pond of water
between mountains
which reflects its calm surface
the shadows of ghosts
and the colors of clouds and trees,
but cannot find an outlet
by which to pass
singing to the sea''.
Bsharri, New York: birds are singing I feel
your spiritual insight
elevates my life dear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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