#snows
لايمكن للثلج ان يكون الا بلون ابيض ناصع و كقلب ابيض ناصع ... يسقط الثلج الابيض فيثلج صدورنا بجماله ... احيانا يسقط الثلج الابيض في الصيف ليزيد دفء المكان و الزمان ... و لا يتوقف الثلج عن السقوط فوق الجبال العالية ... _________________________________________________________________
Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 8:11 AM UTC
she wove a picture of glory with her hand
each thread showing the colours of nature
to behold its fine attributes was grand
all of the features making for rapture
her vista truly astounding to sight
blue of sky stretching over the terrain
pristine snows covering mountains of height
red soils spanning across the open plain
so splendidly embroidered our globe
with hues of green in the vegetation
floral shades deftly sewn through a robe
the wondrous exhibit of prime creation
our planet possesses remarkable tints
she is an asset of such divine glints
Feb 13, 2018
Feb 13, 2018 at 4:48 AM UTC
Birds drop dead at my feet
I don’t know- if to die myself, or to give them life.
Now I know that heaved wings look like
Grey snows melting into each other
Life vaporizes from the summer sky
As a wounded dove trembles in my lap
Feb 21, 2020
Feb 21, 2020 at 10:43 AM UTC
".. - well, we don't really know what's going on down here, Jack, but it's bad, it's so bad, rest assured it's all bad".
Dec 10, 2019
Dec 10, 2019 at 2:12 PM UTC
The trees have a lovely moving charm
Too often they did not expect any harm
Then the sky sent down a desire that shivers
From it's rhythmic and echoec rivers
In gentle drops heading to the west
I thought life found the spring or rest
On its secret side by forbidden snows
Their attack came with the wind blows
In such holy raids through the shadows
While the whole earth just paid it's vows
As a lamp lowered to the green myrtles
Through the trees and the winds whistles
Oh my deceived desires!, fainted dreams
All gone in oblivion along with sun beams
With bright white dunes by sides in seams
Then earth repudiate immortal tyrants
Even the seasons travel like migrants
They made to inspire love in the poet
On each written verse in every sonnet
Without responding to any torments
To live in a sublime art full of contents
Author / Aladdin Aures H
Feb 20, 2021
Feb 20, 2021 at 5:22 PM UTC