A flower in Brussels

I am not a poet nor a musicianjust I would like to be a beautiful part of this world.

I would like to be

a piece of peace that floats in Tigris

a candle that weaves the cheerfulness in Paris

a flower in Brussels

I would like to be

a loaf of life in Africa

a drop of hope in Syria

the smile on iraqi child who just lost his father, mother, and all his toys

I would like to be

the good news

which come back with birds of seasons…

with dew on flowers that reflects the hope

that reflects an upcoming sunrise

as a transparent planet abbreviated the ages

and the story of the bright mornings throughout history.

O the dew of flower

how deep you are !

I would like to be

the dance of wheat spikes on rhythm of rain

or a rabbit ran in moonlight

or butterflies of light 

that seem in the sight 

like flocks of songs ……..

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