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 May 2017 Jawad
Autumn Rose
Many people see
stars on the night sky.
But i see only a
graveyard whose candles
are still lit on the graves,
even though they are
long exstinguished by the angels
 May 2017 Jawad
Autumn Rose
High walls protected
her wounded heart which
from a secret garden became
a haunted graveyard...
 May 2017 Jawad
Autumn Rose
I had a
little rosebush.
Red roses it
would not
bear, but
white
pearls
and silver bells.
The King's daughter
came
one day to
see my
little rosebush.
Her dress was
made of
silk and lace,
golden was
her long hair.
She asked for
my white
pearls and
my silver bells.
I said
"For a fair princess
like you I
have never seen!
I shall give
you my white
pearls and
my silver bells!"
She made a
necklace from
my
white pearls and
put them
on her neck,
she sewed my
silver bells on
her silky
lace dress.
So they suited
her very well!
 May 2017 Jawad
Autumn Rose
Yesterday I
opened my old
poetry book, when
I found a pressed
autumn leaf.
Its fragrance took
me back in time,
back in that cold rainy day
Then I was so young
and beautiful
when it got caught in
my hair by the
mischievous wind,
bathed in sky's tears.
But now it's dried
And it will never
be as it was before.
Just like me...
Today i really did find an old autumn leaf pressed in my old poetry book. It brought back so many memories.
Good times...
 May 2017 Jawad
Autumn Rose
But the sea knew that
the mermaid was in love,
for her singing opened every
seashell to show her its pearl...
 May 2017 Jawad
Autumn Rose
Preparing for my
performance as I
tied my ballet shoes,
when i looked upon
the makeup table,
the vase with a
single red rose.
I took the small
antique box in my hands.
Can it play it's enchanting
tune once again?
The old clock was ticking
as i slowly turned
the little key...
Twirling behind her mirror
to the soft melody.
Delicate and gentle.
She smiles while dancing,
her pain has no voice.
Trapped inside her music box
only wishing to be free.
And when her blue eyes
began to sparkle, I realised...
that music box ballerina is me!
 May 2017 Jawad
Autumn Rose
The last firebird flied
over her as she stood
on the last crumbling
mountain.
Prickley pine trees
shivering above the dew,
the first breath of the
winter in her soul was
icing through the flowers.
She fleed the Golden-emerald
city, heart broken by the
gong of war.
Sinking her nails deep into
the ground.
Sheding tears of a dragon
from the crystal eyes
of the universe.
Falling down
her porcelain face.
A work of art.
Her lips red,to seem like
cherries in the spring.
Casting a glance at the pale moon
while the wild wind was
howling to the north.
Ruler of the skies
as the morning stars sang together,
looking different today.
In the shadows of her lace fan,
the silky blossom on the
kimono dress.
Embroided with the silver thread
of moonlight, encrusted with
the diamonds of night.
The great ocean waves can't destroy
her purple throne.
Although left all alone, she will
never surrendor.
The obediance will suffocate
from her light, rising like the sun
after the dusk once again.
Because she is... the Empress
 May 2017 Jawad
Autumn Rose
He was
from the sky
and she was
from the sea.
He carried wings
of angels
in his hands,
lifting her up
in the air
everytime she
held him.
She carried an ocean
of secret love
in her eyes,
drowning him
everytime he
casted a glance
at her.
Although they
knew it
was impossible,
The water, the sky,
nothing
could seperate them.
Because they
knew it was real...
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