Surrounded by

Surrounded by mystical stones,

By my rose quartz friends,

My drafts and my old drawings,

Black and white fading photographs,

My angels and my broken dolls

I was far away from your cold presence

Unaware of your existence in blue,

I tasted the freedom of loneliness –

Now you are coming – sudden tremble,

Your face with loud quietness

Moved the many layers of time

You came just today to draw out my shadow. 

nina nour *

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