Your voice.. By The Homsi Poet _Nedal Al Hakem_
Your voice..
Majesty your voice is passing through my ribs asthe paradisiac scent passes through the feathers of the angelic wings while the angels are praying in the presence of divine mercy over the pure waters of the eternal love spring...
The magical movements of your burgundy lips plant the red tulips in my spirit as the wings of Zephyrus blow Spring on the desert..
Zephyrus: Greek god of the wetern good winds.
A sandy angelic wing carries a sunny star in its end, it flies without movement it holds the royal curtain of nights behind itself.
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