Besma Dziri Poems

The ink of my quill
The sigh I spill
The feel of my thrill
The blank I fill.
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Once, my heart was filled to the brim
Your Love, a light that would never dim.

Once, your holy words I hear each dawn
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Mountains mystery and height
Trees depth and shade
Rivers flow and growth
Rocks hardness and might
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Selfness
Emotional
Home for pleasure and pain
Dominant and shaping the brain
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Captivated I am, my dear words
come, look inside
do feel and decide
my throb, do not heal
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Mother
The best of all my words
I love calling you
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And if I dare ask a poet now,
for zen thoughts and a sacred vow.
A poet in moments in time would meditate
weary souls would soothe and elevate.
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