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Best Poems Written by Zainab Wasel Ali

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Winter Magic

Winter's cast its magic spell.
Rain is streaming down the hills,
tracing sorrows to dispel.

Wind is whistling in indifference:
sparkling, surging, going in circles,
redeeming the world from all its suffrance.

Clouds are crashing, 
their swords clashing.
Zealous, now, the sky is flashing.

Mist is making a dance with beams;
The world is lost in a hazy dream.

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Overcoat

Alone I was sitting
Wondering where you are
Two years have passed
And you're still there 
Where I can't find you

Alone I was sitting
Lost in a memory of you 
Wearing a black overcoat
Walking, not towards me, 
But towards my heart
 
Your overcoat was too long
It would've touched the ground
Unless my heart had grasped it
You were never on the ground
You were floating within my soul

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Inscription upon the Horizon

I heard the sound of the sea 
echoing like a distant hymn.
It encompassed my soul
like a heavenly embrace.
It set me free like a lucid breeze.
It was like a speech of a father:
a timeless speech that never bores;
once a cold, majestic surf;
the other, a patient silence that
frees my heart from all sorrow 

I looked around and found no sea;
I found your emerald eyes smiling 
as you were uttering my name, 
I listened closely as if my name 
were a new song, an eloquent piece;
and I got lost in anticipation
as if my name were just about 
to be inscribed upon the horizon.

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Reflections

On my window pane
were four drops of rain
resembling a quatrain
On love, on loss and gain

Mirrors were they to my brain,
the four pensive drops of rain,
A reflection of memory chains
trickling icy, stray, and drained.

Me and the dewy window pane
Laughed and cried with no restraint,
going gracefully insane,
lost in poetry and pain.

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Nom de Plume

Soft and feathery and illusive
Each word a woven world of fantasy
An artistic lair for the lunacy of emotion

Musical, distant and serene
Aesthetic shelters like seashells
Cast by the angst of the ocean

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Marigold

A 
Rose
Tears the
Earth open
And grows peach petals,
Resembling a sunrise shining
On indigo canvas, penetrating the sombre
Sky with downy rays of marigold to brush away nocturnal inky reveries,
Enticing the world to open its eyes and inhale the moment, beckoning bright hues to imbue the cosmos with crystalline vibrancy.

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Mirror of Hearts

"One day, . . . I saw the sunset forty-four times! . . . You know—one loves the sunset, when one is so sad."
 Quote from The Little Prince 
by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

Sky, mirror of our hearts,
tries to hide her burning heart under water;
The ocean heaves in empathy
with tears of angst the colour of fire
transforming, slowly, into lava.

Sky, mirror of our hearts..
Roses fall from her cheeks 
spreading over pages of transparency
to turn her boundless looking-glass
into a sea of fiery roses
that will soon be devoured by 
the charcoal of the night.

Sky, mirror of our hearts,
waits for the serene moon
to veil her smouldered cheeks 
with gleams of composed silver.

Sky, mirror of our hearts
that will forever lurk within us,
at twilight, hides her blushing sun
until she re-learns to rise from the ashes
and recommence weaving hope . . .

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Mystery of Chaos

Clouds are silvery
Clouds are a mystery 
Mystery is mesmerizing 
Mystery is like smoke
Smoke is blurry 
Smoke creates paintings
Paintings inspire thoughtful minds
Paintings appeal to dreamy eyes
Eyes like a sparkling dark sky
Eyes that look like a beautiful tragedy
Tragedy is an elevated art
Tragedy like Doctor Faustus 
Faustus the ravenous scholar
Faustus is like Icarus
Icarus soared perilously up 
Icarus fell into the sea
Sea is full of risky creatures
Sea is full of mysteries
Mysteries are dark and hazy
Mysteries appeal to the lonely
Lonely is different from Alone
Lonely is a feeling
Feeling is vehement
Feeling makes poetry
Poetry is a flow of words
Poetry is like water
Water flows unrestrained
Water is life
Life imitates art
Life is different from survival
Survival is not death  
Survival is hiding from death
Death is the lack of feeling
Death exists where there's no passion
Passion sets the soul on fire
Passion is the guiding light
Light comes from within
Light is bright and warm
Warm like a fireplace
Warm like the sun
Sun lights up the sky
Sun lights up the earth
Earth brings up trees
Earth brings up Man
Man creates beauty
Man brings Chaos 
Chaos burns like fire
Chaos scatters ashes
Ashes. . .
Fire . . .

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Simple

I like to travel, to be unknown. 
I like to dwell in the eyes of strangers. 
I like first impressions and new beginnings, and I don't ever like them to end. 
I like it when people narrate their stories and try to be nice. 
I like it when I don't have time to overthink.

I love to come home, to feel welcomed. 
I love to dwell in the arms of the loved ones. 
I love it when we hug in silence, 
for there's nothing we haven't talked about. 
I love familiarity and warmth. 
I love mementos and nostalgia. 
I love it when everything is simple. 
I love the feeling of home.

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Musical Souls

Words
neat
quiet
mutinous
never go silent.
Words overflow the mind and turn 
insentient paper into realms of melodies.
Black and white paper become pianos of unvoiced dreams that summon musical souls.