Dana Khamash Poems

Fresh, her journey began
To nowhere she went.
As snow became her friend,
Fire had never left.
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That evil possession by courage
Vanishing like a bubble.
Grey, the clouds turn
Angry, the sea gets
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A holy trumpet gathers all his breath to blow and spread his nople faith.
Between angels and demons stands to set free an invisible shadow of his boundless voice.
Black and white spirits bow before him with ultimate weakness and supmission, wait for promises and covenants to knit a new colour of life.
Peace and love are supposed to fly and touch every single, lost heart, but the portrait of the black greed has already shaped in their minds.
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