Friday, May 1, 2020

A healer heart
By Hana shishiny

                                     

I am a word in your poem
Fragrant  with jasmine's  love..
A pearl offered in a stolen box
To lovers..with flying dove..

In a spring bloom,a wild flower...
Abalm of lavender ,drizzled with rain
When your pen  flows in timeless hour
My heart beats untamed,again&again..

And when in sorrow, angered ,or drained
Like a blues  song,I drop with your tears..
Like a secret, I hide dear your pain
And hold your soul ,till the sunrays  appears..

By Hana Shishiny
May 2020
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