Like Flowers Poem by Istabraq Al Ahmadi

Like flowers, we live with hope
That if in winter we wither away
Spring is our eternal realm.
Thus, our prayers with bending done
In beauty's alter with the presence of love.
Our joy the slumberous moon intoxicates
So our tears fall as pearls
Over our sun-baked cheeks.
Though we write our love verses
As if they are our deep wounds,
Their beauty death never tastes
Nor we see beauty in it.
Our blood, when spilled, is a river
On whose banks lovers peacefully sit.