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A Tired Dove

                                                                                                  Hana Shishiny
                                                                                                                                                                                       Has life become a faking game
                                                                                 Lebanese poet writer and translator                                                                   Playing the face of happiness
                                                                                 Having poems in many anthologies                                                                      Of contentment and peace of mind...
                                                                                 Preparing my first poetry book to publish...                                                           Of ever blooming spring
                                                                                 Had art studies in American university In Beirut Lebanon                                              When heart keeps the flames...
                                                                                 Painter had many exhibitions...
                                                                                 Interior designer and decorator in the real life                                                      Tired of being a flying Dove
                                                                                 Egyptian...
                                                                                                                                                                                       Searching light, in far away skies
                                                                                 Living in Cairo Egypt by marriage...
                                                                                                                                                                                       Wings falling... Bare feet bleeding in thrive
                                                                                                                                                                                       Looking for a gate to open, to Bliss from above...


                                                                                                                                                                                       O God... Open that gate for me
                                                                                                                                                                                       Hold me in your blessing arms
                                                                                                                                                                                       World is aching... Wounded... to be free
                                                                                                                                                                                       Seeking your healing warmth... Your heaven's balm


                                                                                          Pearls

                                                                                          are of                                                                                       Dawn of peace


                                                                                          no value;
                                                                                                                                                                                       Darkness starts sliding down slowly
                                                                                          Until,                                                                                       Mountains shown in hazy colors..
                                                                                                                                                                                       Extricating themselves from the sky.. happily
                                                                                          they come                                                                                    With dark blue... to lighter... then to silver...


                                                                                          out of                                                                                       Dawn hugs the world.. caressing all sights
                                                                                                                                                                                       Offering love rays, of the coming day
                                                                                          Shell                                                                                        In the awoken garden of life
                                                                                                                                                                                       Birds chirping, fly toward the light...


                                                                                                                                                                                       How many dawns... I watched in your eyes...
                                                                                                                                                                                       How many nights, in your arms I dwelt...
                                                                                          ...Author                                                                                    Like a bird, flying endless sky...

                                                                                                                                                                                       Like a child... sheltered in peaceful trust...

                                                                                                                                                                                       Now wandering in this morning rays
                                                                                                                                                                                       Opening to the sun, my soul in fear
                                                                                                                                                                                       To fragrant flowers... of better days
                                                                                                                                                                                       Flying, as a bird, into a sky peacefully clear...


                                                                                                                                                                                       @Hana Shishiny
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