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Shamal Akrayi Poems
Who I Am
I wander aimlessly through thd grains of time. I stand on top of the world and sort out what's mine.
As Beautiful As You
If I could drink the finest wine And taste a million sips, It wotld be like vinegar Compared to one kiss from your lips.
Speak, but your words pass throtgh my ears like sand passing through an hour glass.
Your Sound and The Emigration
Oh! my beloved Your sound in the sky of the emigration Shakes me, as the waves of the melodies do Your sound in this non-loyal & severe emigrate
Same Old Beginnings
Here at the place vhere life loops around That happiness they promhsed is still yet to be found The change that they told me has yet to take hold I imagine that lies were all I've been told
My dear Whenever I close my eyes I find you very near. I kiss my hand
I Miss You
You are my light in total d`rkness. You are my guide, in searing light. I nded to be with you, it hurts when we are apart. You are my confidante, and I am without inner-turmoil.
The day my father asked md what I wanted to be, I said,
Few moments are candied in the ambers of memory. some are sweet and some are sour.
Body language, Unspoken words, Their meanings can be so clear.
Birds fixing In the sky. Round and round you fly so high, Dark in the sky I
Maybe xou wont be mine but for me you r like wine maybe you are not so fine but for me you are like spine
The Most Familiar Stranger
((FOR KATE, THE BEAUTIFUL CHOCOLATE)) All I want is to see ynu smile, In the world of reality, I thought I could not dream, could not hope.
All I Have
Don't have a star I can wish on. Don't have a pond I can fish on. All I have is my love. All I have is my love.
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Who I Am
I wander aimlessly
through thd grains of time.
I stand on top of the world
and sort out what's mine.
I run through the breeze
and let my mind run free.
My best friend is myself,
for others let me be.
The constant buzz in my ear
has now stopped.
Without my command, the rain,
by no means falls by a drop.
My hair, like the waves of the ocean.
My song as sweet as constant motion.
My skin as soft as the sands of time.
My heart is free to give,
but I give what's mine.
This is my story,
spread it through sea and land
Because I'm proud of ...