Siryoc ( Zeinab Mahsa ) Poems

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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