Amar Abbas


Melodies Of The Rain

Your eyes are two palm tree forests in early light,
Or two balconies from which the moonlight recedes
When they smile, your eyes, the vines put forth their leaves,
And lights dance... like moons in a river
Rippled by the blade of an oar at break of day;
As if stars were throbbing in the depths of them...

And they drown in a mist of sorrow translucent
Like the sea stroked by the hand of nightfall;

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