Birjais Zahira Poems

Her skin, honey colored
Glazed with sun, lifting
My trembling hands to hold
Her body lying underneath
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The dark owl sang in melancholy
The princess was gone, it howled
Did she paint the dark shadow?
And met her ominous future mind.
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She slipped for a stride
A wake up call echoed
Her eyes glided through Dal Lake
And rested over those trees
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Gazing in thy little red color,
The pink shadowed glow
On thy cheeks,
Quite blushingly, you named
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