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{LAYLA SAKLAWI}
” MY POEMS…! ~ My Poems are not Words written to fill blank Pages..
. They are a Mountain of Aches I carried for Ages…!
They are not a joined group of Letters from an Alphabet…
They are the Echoes of that Love I cannot Forget…!
My Poems are a deep Well of my unshed Tears… & They are the Warmth I draw from Dear Memories…!
They are the Songs my voice Sings in calling your Name…
& They are my Dreams which are always the Same…!
My Poems are not another Work of Literature…
They are a Walk in my Past towards a Hazy Future…!
They are a Flight I once took into your Eyes..
. & They are my Fall as you dropped me from the Seventh Skies…!
My Poems are a handful of Days & Nights…
& They are my Long Waits for you under the Moonlights…!
They are a Basket , I picked for you ,of all the fleeting Stars..
. & They are, printed all over my heart, a hurtful Map of Scars…
They are the Heat of our short-lived Summer…
& They are the freezing Cold of my unending Winter…!
My Poems are the Tunes of your Smile…
& They are the Elegies of Mine that I have lost for a Long While…!!!”