The Blue Poem Poem by ISMAEL ALLOUSH

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Between blue and blue...

Rain of audible light...

Giddy suns and sails...

Design voyage to the continuity...

Between blue and blue...

Marine window open...

For a gull fly in the distance...

Does not return, but the ashes...

Looking for islands did not create...

Between blue and blue...

Snow fall in summer...

The snows kneel on the islands of coral...

For those eyes...

Between blue and blue...

I Inhaled the smell of the sea...

From the eyes of Mermaid...

These eyes drown me...

Drown all the world...

But they did not drown...

Between the blue and blue...

I dream with the sea and sailing...

I haunt million moons...

Then I go back a burning bird...

Between blue and blue...

Speak stones in the Night...

About thousands of poems....

Between blue book of your eyes...

The spirit of the sea haunt me...

It paints _with the waves_ lines of my hands...

It embosses _my face_ in the endless sky...

Stolen dawn sings...

For a crescent above the sand melts...

It dreads like tired pelican...

It searchs about color did not create yet...

Between blue and blue...

Turquoise of the eyes colonizes my veins...

It plants me..It harvests me...

It paints me..It erases me...

Like the graven carving on sand of beach...

It drowns my face..like the days...

It bisects my face into two halves..As the crescent...

It fires it a shadow between the dreams...

Then it strays..strays to the depths...

Between blue and blue...

It seems to me a mermaid...

She wove from my skin a boat...

For travel away of my body...

To blue eyes...

Between blue and spell...

I am fishing pearls and oysters...

Millions of planets revolve...

In those blue eyes...

The ages was born..

And Another ages was dead...

Between blue and blue...
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