Halsho Zangana

Rookie - 2 Points (27-Jan-1994 / Kurdistan - Sulaimani)

The Mood Of My Mornings - Poem by Halsho Zangana

I get lazy when a dream of you is being delivered
to me, I find awakening a difficult task,
as I see you in the vision,
bringing a flood of fire,
you leave nothing more to ask.
In a place where the weak sun
lightens enough to see your face,
I find my hands with thousand fingers
insufficient to get your grace.
Before I touch you, I get bounded
by dawn dragging me back to another age.
No touch, no kiss, Alas! no more you!
and my day begins, disappointed, In an awful mood.

Comments about The Mood Of My Mornings by Halsho Zangana

  • Asal Banu (8/13/2013 11:22:00 AM)

    I get lazy when a dream of you is being delivered
    To me
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  • (8/11/2013 1:17:00 PM)

    good imagery for good poem
    thanks for sharing
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  • Halsho Zangana (8/10/2013 2:45:00 PM)

    Yes, in dreams we can be free.... only in dreams, thank you. (Report) Reply

  • (8/10/2013 8:50:00 AM)

    Dreams can be a wonderful thing. A great poem. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 10, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, August 27, 2013

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