Nadine Fababier Poet Rhyme

To Kahlil Gibran's Flower

I am a kind of word spoken by the 
voice of nature
I am the element flying gracefully 
on a green pasture
I am a silent child in Summer and 
the brave child that Winter has 
believed 
I crown the opening of the golden 
Spring and a gentle heart that 
Autumn conceived

I caress the majestic body of the 
flower as she announce the coming 
of the light
At nocturnal melodies, I dance with 
the birds on their lonely flight
The plains are full of the vibrant 
grace by those lovely flowers
As I embrace the early morning 
lovers

I cradle the spirit of the one who 
drinks wine
As he promenades with the 
swaying leaves of the vine
I am a dulcet entity whispered by a 
faint death
I am the little joy sang by a 
saddened health
I am the air breathed by a living 
man
and a mysterious knight to a 
crying little one

When the flower look high to never 
see her shadow
I escape through a broken, dusty 
window
To uplift her when she will feel me 
blow

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