Farah In Syria

In a Farah-way Syrian sea swims this sweet Arabian wonder, in a golden garden grows this sweet pea That shines, soars and sings…no blunder In a Farah-way Syrian garden croons this blue Arabian bird, She’s got rhymes and rhapsodies-laden poems that thrill the sun, stars and songbirds From a Farah-way Syrian street She writes, wooing wealthy words. In the gentle arms of nature she sits, writing with a pen that’s sealed with golden cords