Chamomile

By the river of your absence,
the murky waters flow to east,
nearby i quietly sit, 
touching the growing chamomile,
white and yellow symphony of art
I need warmth and calmness and
hope, and purity in my heart.

vision of our last date
when we were children dressed
with yellow and white, 
my chamomile dress touching
your knees, while drinking tea
on that far away summer balcony...

{© n.nour} 
01.03.014

Abstinence 2

Mornings

In pinkLike a childYou sleepCoiled upPeacefully.EveningsIn blue-Like flowersWe sleepWith theChaliceDown.

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And you are thereNowWhile me-And you are thereCovered withBlanket, Small and sorrowful
I dream of you…I dream of you…

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FruitlessGardenBeyondThe silenceI draw aPictureOf youInside mewith blood.

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I`m a childOf the sun,Of the meadowOf yourHandsOf the poplarsOf melancholyOf existenceOf dovesI collectMy tears inBowl of glass.

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