Mona Morsy

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Thursday, March 6, 2008

Words

Words Was trying to collect beads to weave words together into a silk thread, to decorate neck of an ivory page muse was not here, winds kept scattering, my words away from page, as leaves I wanted to chase words but words kept, rolling down slowly left me here with no poem, just, an empty page... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, March 3, 2008

A drop of perfume

A Drop of perfume I do not love you my way, I do not love your way, I am rushing to you, with invisible speed raging silver waves are pushing me, towards your blue sea and, I lost my will completely; inhaling you a drop of perfume Sign in to see full entry.

Silver is rain

Silver is Rain Silver is rain, pouring honey: into narrow alleys waddling white, Jasmine petals washing my yellow days splashing rose pages into a book, written by love scented with amber Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, March 2, 2008

Chapter one I love You

Chapter one I love you With no restrictions, I love you Chapter one I love you Chapter ten I love you and love, love in you I build you A Pyramid of love with a Nile that overflows, My love to you eternal Deeper than,seven seas Don’t crush hope inside my ribs, before understanding me, Don’t blame my... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, February 29, 2008

A wounded butterfly

A wounded butterfly A wounded butterfly flutter enter my broken window and bled in silence its flight began on top the of shaking screaming palms took it to a land where the corpses of babies burned black like dates on sand it flew past a young women falling screaming trying to take off her bleeding... Sign in to see full entry.

A gentle breeze

A gentle breeze A gentle breeze contained me I was still a child pronouncing love magical beauty blinded me I kept picking up your Jasmines Filling me with unknown power Pouring wine into my mouth flooding me simply I had no defences Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, February 26, 2008

A brown pony

A brown pony A brown pony is sneaking to my ribs eating sugar cubes from my palms, drinking wine from my lifetime bathing in my eye's river galloping and hissing there for him I filled my pockets white sugar cubes, roses and amber, for him I saved treasures of love Sign in to see full entry.

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