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Well wishes, to all who
   survived, another trip
     around the Sun.
Hope it was filled
    with, health, wealth  
        happiness, and fun!
And it continues, for You,
      and "Yours" in the
          "New One
              Just "Begun".
When "Inspired", he pinned
  His "Poems" to the poetry
    "Site".
Taking  "Much" pleasure,
   when unknown readers
     gave a "Like".
The "Vision" came,
      to him one "Night".
Telling him he,
      Would "Live" till
          He got it "Right".
He, "Still" had the
     " Need" but
          kept it "Lite".
The " Years" went by
    the "Body" experienced
       much "Blight".
Now, desperate he
  "Realized" his
       "Plight".
He was "Cursed"
     when he picked
        up a "Pen"
         and, "Started" to
               "Write".
Cannot grasp how deep I adore,
A feeling I've never felt before.

Wonder how you shape my heart,
Even though it's never a tender part.

So tell me, what should I do?
Shall I unveil my heart to you?

Here's my heart, now it's yours,
Its sorrows and joys are yours.

Sorrows gloom, a lasting doom,
Joys bloom, erasing the gloom.

Indeed, both are true,
But, it was always you.
By Menna Abd-Eldaiem
Translator and Poetess
  Jan 18 thyreez-thy
Adrea
For nights, endlessly I had nurtured, a flower that could never grow—
A seed descent of bloom rotting, falling slow.
It wasn't the fault of the water or the air—so they say;
The fault lay with the gardener, who trusted the wrong seed that day.
  Jan 18 thyreez-thy
Adrea
Till time, it lasts.
Sculpting, sculpting, don't do it fast.
Infernal fire burning sins,
May it happen, where all but one begins.
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