Zenobia
For Palmyra in her eternal home
Your feminist smell,
Your purple dress,
And all what engaged of history,
Transients with psalms war..
Brobos and Oorljnos
And the night that saturate wine from
White pearls of your lips.
And to Palmyra in her flares,
Planets vocals,
Rumble bees into vintage Zajos,
Dunked bread into holy Ishtar oil,
And your galloping voice ..
Above the domes of Rome with
Thousand and thousands of star
Chanted when your glamorous eyes
Tracing like Lioness the door of the den.
Calling in her uniqueness
I am Zaba:
If i raised the sword,
I shook the hearts like a storms,
And burned the kings wheat.
Copyright © Fatima Nusairat | Year Posted 2014
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