The Dance Of Triumph Poem by sarmed alshalah

Hands like fire
Walked around the fates around her wrist like stars

Oh, warm revolution
Irrigated us your driving tears

Like a Pearl planet
They toured around him the moons

Like the sun when smile
The flowers sang to her

Like the sea
On horseback wave the twister cheer

I am niche spring
Scent smells
And being around him the rivers

I am OASIS of deserts
And a convoy of glory, courage and travels

I'm Brown page
Jammed between the measurements of secrets

I am the martyr Ark
Flying over the convoy the glory
And birds chirped to his sang

I am Husain sword
And stormed of the truth
And melody of sword

I'm human
I am the sword and pen and puck
I am Torah and the Gospel and the Quran

I am the blood
I am a meteorite of truth
Shove the Horizons of the
Sky

I cries of children
Shaken by a hammock please

I am whisper of swords
And thirst of honorable man
And tear of Karbala
Tear of Karbala
Tear of Karbala

this is the first part of poem