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
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