Akhtar Jawad Tree Poems

Who cares for the flowers' gone grandeur?
Who reads the story of the falling leaves?
What to steal from one heading to a winter,
In autumn you invite the beautiful thieves!
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Can I forget that day?
You can and you may!
But not me, yes, not me!
I am now a flowers' tree!
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After many years of separation,
I was once again standing,
to feel the fragrance,
of my loving sweet heart.
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Here came the early morning breeze,
Exposed life started with its first sneeze,
The bud opened its soft pink petals,
In a garden of smokes and hard metals,
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Living in US a vast country,
Not so easy where there is entry,
But Bri is a fruit of this tree at a beach,
Very few know how much he can teach,
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Pretty was the first tremor of romance
In the wild wind my drunken dance,
Dreaming with stars in the maiden moonlight,
Attracting the lovers in the sexy sunlight,
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And what of winds,
that change directions!
Let them attack,
my roots are deep in the earth,
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I think love is a dense tree,
it has roots and trunk,
it has branches and leaves,
it has flowers and fruits.
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Green and tall kissing the roof, and so much glad,
What you're doing silently yards below the ground,
Wild blows of air and the clouds have gone mad,
No showers, no flash of light, and no thunder of sound,
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