My new artwork called “if it didn’t happen”
Jeffrey Lipsky Kori L Carothers شهد الكلمات
If it did not happen
If you do not stumble upon it, it will run between the letters …..
And inadvertently meet her eyes with that appeal …..
And attached to the poems poems poem …
Then cling to his hands with thorny thorns …..
Do not care about bleeding …..
….. and does not turn back from its windows
And the bells rang out …
If you passed it and did not notice ….
It would be more peaceful and quiet now.
And when the length of the distance and tinted shadow …..
And his eyes were not …
… in her chest as a tender sun
And caught sight of it ….
….. As a star escaped from the night did not care for her
And flew in orbit not known …..
If it was not covered by Abira when the appeal stopped ….
He was not pleased with the cells of the night repel …..
And did not let the fragrance of a dream paints its features between her breath …..
And pours over her pillows waiting …..
Between the lines of her hands hide letters named …..
In her lungs, she is making strife and wishes
And fills between ribs echoes of questions ….
….. about the trail carries his footsteps
About the morning Tndi face and eyes smile ….
About a wave carrying the secret of a jug of the same evening …..
About a lemon tree that is surrounded by a wrenching wrench …..
About Rehan enriches his gardens …
About the secrets of olive and jasmine …..
And birds singing in a space that folds its range …..
About me ….. in it
How did it become when I touched my pulse?
And shaving in the horizon of the shops ….
And every soul has taken me to it …..
And every letter to reveal secret ….
And he gathers us every evening …..
….. Bridge of the story
Just …. if it did not happen
It would have been a good eye.
….. rejoice in silence
And not captivated ….
….. the noise of his eyes !!!
poetry by : شهد الكلمات Muona Othman
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