خريف العمر

The fall of age
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You alone look like me .
Your yellow leaves are waving
To say goodbye .
Travel to the land of meeting ,There , Beyond the shadows .
My age was growing green .
But , far away from my home .
There were a tornado
And fire flaming in my soul .
Ayes fall asleep .
Moon is turning for crowning night stars
With laurels.
While l rush
To touch the braids of a little girl .
longing to hear tales of a grandma.
When fountains of longing
Flow together with Perfume .
Still carrying the crutch ,
Waiting forward to meeting you
At the hills of patience.
And to say farewell
To what we call abandonment.
My soul is rebelling.
Turning off the stoves of nostalgia ,
On the returning echo of years .
I wrote your name alphabetically
With Love and spikes.
Until the farms are growing
And fountains are joyfully streaming .
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Samar AlDeek
Syria / France