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A Girl, http: //www.geocities.com/mat_group/ , by T. J. Shemaly |
While she was standing alone with bare feet in this harsh and cold 'Roses, Roses, enlighten your heart' she used to shout selling out her gold But who cares in the world of agony to share a laughter amongst the horde Yet, she stands with her dreamy eyes of a better morrow and of roses sold 'O visitor of the troublesome lands, what a misfortune lead you into these? Stranger I knew you from the heavy eyes and its direct looks into the face of fears Amazed of my poverty or my richness? no fortune but Oh how rich I am with tears' This, she said with a blue heaven above she kept looking at with a face this heart tears And when the explosions roam the ears I went to look into the dreamy eyes of her Yes full of dreams inspite the blackish day inspite of the gloomy thoughts close and near And when gathered the power to ask for a name with a tongue paralyzed for a wonder and a tear She replied sweetly in an emotion out of guilts I am an iraqi girl sir, if that what you wanted to stir |