Alaa ... Poems

Like a strawberry you are always red
Like a pink flower when you blush
I felt your heart as my bed
And your hands my paint brush
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a new morning has come
with a golden sun and a rose
last night has gone
and old pages closed
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A part of me

Why does it always
have to happen to me
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missing someone
i don’t yet know
feeling the pleasure
of pure peacefulness
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why didn't you reply
when i sent you a message
maybe you haven't seen it
or you don't have credit
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a fairy tale inside me

the dragon and the rose
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give me your hand
but why...
we are no more
are we... are we no more
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oh yeah that's me
you still remember my name
oh yeah that's me
you still cherish my name
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i can feel it
in the air
it's coming
wet and smooth
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that's when i hate poetry...
when i have to leave someone
and i don't want to say goodbye
when i see pure love
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