Siryoc ( Zeinab Mahsa )
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I'm not a poet,
But once a poet touched my heart with words,
And the traces of his words are my new vessels,
In which my blood floats like it has never floated.
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Last night I had a sweet dream
As standing, I was on a high hill
With the innocent wild pigeons
Flying restlessly and excited,
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My feet are cold,
And my hands too,
But my heart, it burns so.
I'm walking under the rain,
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Have you ever frozen?
Under the snow
Falling heavily from the winter sky,
As you are standing in the station
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What I had before time flies,
Was a world of my own dreams,
Whatever my heart most wanted,
It was served, just at ease.
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I'M Not An Artist
I'm not a poet,
But once a poet touched my heart with words,
And the traces of his words are my new vessels,
In which my blood floats like it has never floated.
I'm not a painter,
But once a painter touched my eyes with colors,
&I had the rainbow, with no light or rain drops,
In the eyes of my head, in the eyes of my heart.
I'm not a musician,
But my ears wear once touched with a rich tune,
With the pro hands of a player, the delicate fingers,
And the pleasant rhyme running among his lips.
I'm not an artist,
But a poet's verse still echoes in my mind,
And a painter's painting still reflects in my eyes,
And a musician's piece of music sings in my ears,
How could I not be an artist,
With so much art in my heart,
With so much masterwork in my soul,
How could I not live with so much life.
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