Fatima Nusairat Poet Prose Poetry

The Shadow of Shadow

Like the willow leaves
Merely! runs forward. 
Then soothingly or almost 
the shadow of shadow
A distance in the dark
towards the road, 
went to evanescence

Has been under
The sword's coughed,  
Jumpy to:(the sudden violent death)

Right now! Gently of life _ shackled.
In smoothness, blessedness and in
The fragile beauty sleeps! 

Wearisome at his land!
Wanderer in his sea!
Exiled near the top of death!
And near his green hamlet - 
lost his glory which --
(aged and perished).

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Earl Schumacker December 5, 2014 at 2:24 AM Hi Fatima, This is a strangely interesting poem. It has taken on its own energy. That is a good thing. It is also thought provoking and unique. Nice job. Keep up the good work. Have a great day. Take care. Earl