Poetry

An urgent call in the second life

By: Amirah Al Wassif

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red rays of the unknown sun came down to my new window
warmly shiver touched me, made me laugh as a fresh baby
I decided to think about the source of these unknown rays
but, suddenly a kind of musical sound covered my ears
the sound did not seem like any earthen sound I ever heard
it was a mix of waves dancers and creation of colorful bird
it was like a smell of honey and the secrets of gold
red rays of the unknown sun came down to my new window
fingers of nature throw the fabulous jokes on my road
all the trees here like the mothers, each tree gives me a kind hug
and I call them through songs of paradise
my songs are part of the skies
and my skies are all my world
in my second world, I do not have the time
to put my hand on my chest for wishing
all the clouds here are wishes
and I am a successful creature in hunting them with my glances
red rays of the unknown sun came down to my new window
fields of roses upon my head
rooms in the paradise full of upper poetry
my soul thrilled for sewing the art of dream
and I am hungry for knocking on the door of memories
I know that nobody will respond
however, I insist to wait
day after day
night after night
moment after moment
in my second world, I am walking on the roofs with bare feet
listening to the music makers in the tunnels of the heaven
here, we all are children of the upper world
and as a child, I am still waiting
an urgent call in my new life

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