She Was... Poem by Raouf Reda
She Was...
She was a storm in a middle of a Sunny day
A Dark black Evil who want to take me away
She was.
Like a poem without words.
Like a paint without colors.
Like an eagle without wings.
Like a guitar without strings.
She was like dangers dieses without cure.
Virus that will end your life, that’s for sure.
She was a horror nightmare that I wakeup from.
Her voice in my ear was like the war drum.
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