The Language of Words
You come into my world
a child of mine
of heart and mind creation
sweetly under my flair
following my soul
tracing my steps
growing to a tremendous wealth
encoding my particles.
Soulless, dry lands
under your sway
strike gold.
In tune with my aches
you turn wild hearing my chuckles
reposing your whole on my chest
waiting for my muse to awake.
Of my grip, now at liberty
you outgrow my rooms
claiming your fame
a world of your own
you set your very rules and truths
pearls of wisdom
you conceive collections
you portray cruelties
Love glorified
Hate on the loose
you shake minds, weaken hearts
souls drift
lose sight and shore
Pain and joy you cause
fear you strike
spells you do break
a sleeping beauty you enchant awake.
Powerful and persuasive as you are
you stir emotions to life and death
your decipherer you bewitch and hypnotise
Renowned for your feats of relief and healing
I am into your world
paradoxically under your flair
you create my world!
August 24th, 2018
Copyright © Besma Riabi Dziri | Year Posted 2018
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