Her Sunset Came Too Early
There was only one for me
She never was replaced
Her going was a very hell
Worst times I ever faced
We've all seen suns go down
Images burned in our minds
My eyes blurring as she set
A woman a man rarely finds
No cloud marred her eye
Her nature too open-wide
Proud I was to know her
Gaily make her my bride
I remember her blue skies
Sunlight lanc...
Tuesday 3rd November 2020 10:42 am
Hello
Twice she looked, and smiled
I said: "Hello"... She replied
Before she leaves, I said: “see you”
She became blushed as the bride
Again, we met after a minute
I heard her lovely sighs
I said: "you are....", she said: right”
Shaking hands by sight
Purely, she asked to know
Are you Farag, Are you poet
I said true. But again we met
To inspire me to write
Tuesday 9th April 2019 12:17 pm
In the pale moonglow
In the pale moonglow when I awoke
somehow shadows seemed the darker
as mantling the land, that soft white cloak
of crystal shine leaves them starker
What cold mystic spell holds fast my hand
what eerie charm doth my fate seal
in darkling night whence daylight is banned
with what ice maid have I to kneel
As my eyes take in my ghost white bride
one last iced tear...
Wednesday 23rd January 2019 2:09 pm
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