She Lives The Poetry She Cannot Write Poem by Mariam Eissa

She lives the poetry she cannot write...

Anyway how could she write...

Her moments with the night...

When she was talking with it...

Staring at the sea's sight...

When she saw something shine...

It's a star that's so bright...

It reminded her when she was a child...

Racing and running with her own kite...

Holding it too tight...

Imagining It'd take her to a flight...

Imagining she'd touch the light...

She lives the poetry she cannot write...