Fatima Nusairat

Freshman - 952 Points (Jordan)

Your Skilled Hand - Poem by Fatima Nusairat

Your skilled hand..; that's shaping my dreams like a ripe fruit, the ones that overflows from between her fingers highball cooling the heat of my soul, that is flowing on my burned heart as a fountain of living water, your hand that plays sweetly angel, songs of joy on my lips still hurled as a child in the lap of life!

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 4, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, August 29, 2013

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