Is this all I need?
With her azure dress
And moonlit eyes
She gazes within the unseen
Her voice as sweet as ripe peach
Still time may linger wary
Yet with a simple glance
She offers
“Would you like a cup of tea?”
Luckily, it seems that this is only for me
A languid texture beguiling sorrow
She paints the canvas of the morrow
If a smile is what she needs
Then a smile let it be
Copyright © Malak Aljboor | Year Posted 2026
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