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Sandy Tadros Poem
Wish to be like the trees;
Only to feel the breeze
And to taste the dewdrops on my leaves.
Wish to see the sky over me
And to feel that there is nothing out of reach
Wish to feel the waves of the sea
Hitting me on the beach.
To my surprise, when woods I pass
I saw a deer running from the mass,
I hate the scene of the hunter coming,
I hate to see her running and running.
But the bravery appeared
When-with her antlers-she beard
But my legs couldn't stand
Watching her bleed on land.
I thought it is done
That she will never see the sun.
A fantasy I ruminate!
She stood again and I meditate.
She was wounded I can deem
But- with her agile body- she redeem'd
Then..I wish my heart was the deer
That could be hurt but without blear
That could be wounded but stand on his knees,
And never fall apart because any of these
I wish my heart was brave;
To face his scars with faith.
Then my deer will be strong
To brood fears all day long.
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Dewdrops are dried.
Weariness only remained
Pity! for the loss of roses.
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The Galaxy; This cluster of stars
The sea; This concealed beauty and scars,
The inevitable suffering, the desired alleviation
All these could be seen through her eyes' nation!
She was a beautiful chaos, more beautiful than Mars.
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The sun told me it will rise again;
And send its warmth to the glen,
But it can't soften the coldness in your soul!
So I will walk barefoot on the snow buried in your whole:
Leaving my traces on your heart's lane.
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We were so young--
Stones were emeralds to us
This was lust and passion; not love.
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They say it heals wounds
And it is more powerful than swords.
They say it hunts quicker than hounds
And can destroy a kingdom of lords.
They say it gives you power
And can flourish any flower.
They say it cuts faster than the knife,
And is a double edged weapon in life;
What they say is based on thee:
on the beauty of your heart's key.
My mirth was great when i knew
That all what i said was a clue:
Love is like magic
And it always will be,
Love is sometimes panic
But in the box of life- is a mystery.
Streets covered by mist,
But I have seen your name on my list.
Your name melts the fog,
And your eyes were diamonds in the bog.
Springlets stood still,
But your beauty can fill
My point of view in beauty, on my bill.
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A mere walk in the street with some old memories,
At a mute dawn with lighted bulbs;
Recalling again some old sceneries
Sore retrospect running in my arteries.
Under the bridge I came; to wonder
Heard some drops falling on its top!
Declaring the demise of the silence hereunder
The rooftops began to crack by the thunder.
A forlorn feather struggling to rest on a concrete.
When it found a sleeping puppy,
It slipped on his feet.
Contiguous to him- it took a seat.
I slithered over a perished white paper,
figured out it was a love note!
yearning to reach its friend ,from a weeper,
saying that-without her-he is a forsaken laker.
He also conveyed the conventions they made:
"We can conquer the world together."
"Thou art my harmony and my shade,
"so no farewell is to be bade."
Suddenly! a phantom of a car drew near
And alas, I was in the middle of the road reading the note
I resigned to this feeling of fear.
And soon was a vapid body of a deer.
The last thing I glimpsed, was:
A worn out man on an old bicycle
-tattered though it was, it showed no flaws-
Waving at me; manifesting his sympathy and awes.
I discerned there was no reason to survive
This venom of old grievances
Decided to eat me alive!
And there was no cure to make me thrive..
Struggle-didn't I- to remain
No echoes of merry sounds to listen
No shadows of love, but pain,
Nothing alleviated my heart's sprain.
I left the glass broken
And I seek no returning back.
So many words left unspoken
But the tale is not yet woven:
Because the rain was washing my dust!
It didn't want me to rust.
And the thunder was roaring for me
To look around and realize the glee!
The peacefulness by which the puppy slept
And the shelter offered for the feather to be kept.
The love note that made me believe love still exists,
And old is gold with the bicycle despite its twists
And now I could see the sun on the horizon,
I- with the whole sleeping world-has risen.
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It started with a smile,
Running after this beautiful butterfly
And ended with a group of pile,
Burning its ashes in the sky.
The gravitational force of the forest,
Was like the utter submission of the soul
Giving your whole days racing after the harpist,
And forgetting all about the black hole.
The stroll was full of glee:
Harpists, butterflies and no plea.
Unexpectedly, being blinded caused disorientation
Finding yourself lost among the trees,
And your heart just full of hesitation
You came to a dead end where you flee.
Days passed like lingering years,
And you didn't have a single weapon not even spears.
It is time when you implored the Sun;
To show its light even if beneath the glum
It is time when you pleaded the moon;
To never let the dark cause any doom.
A flaw realized after the agony..
But it was said that it wasn't a tragedy.
They were just some injuries;
To teach you that life is full of miseries.
Never reproach yourself
Some trees appeared in your way
To show you that you are more than an elf.
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I pleaded the wind;
To stop scattering the leaves
They said they were tired of being lost.
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Sorry that the postman didn't come today;
To deliver you a letter I wish not to be delay'd,
But I sent the birds to give it to you.
In the sky they held it, and above they flew.
It happened that the letter was blown
It rested on a lost ship with the flown,
But the man there began to acclaim
Because they were your candles that flam'd
And up he gets to your house
To tell you by the bones of his mouth:
Happy Birthday.
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