Dust and Rain 2

Not from you I want run –

From myself, my shadow,

My home, my belongings,

My duties, my love,

What is here to be mine?

As a fairy, I have no roots

in this forgotten ground

Why is this place so cold,

Souls are so huge, giants;

They do not see the ant,

The little bird, the little bee

In front of their shoes –

Ready to smash you;

The dust is the air they breath;

Their food are black coals

Endless industries, machines;

Just here I need the whisper

Of my flowers and crystals,

Bated in my blue room

I`m child of sorrow and rain. 

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Dust and Rain

So many things I want to say,

I want to write tones of paper

With the blue stamps of tears

No need of envelope –

Meaningless effort

My words just slipped from the edge

Of the horrible silence –

Sliding down the road

Covered with dust.

Dusty are the souls I meet

As if we live in a desert

As if we just beg for little

Love as blue rain

Falling in another skies,

Where we are washed away

Pure and cleansed

As we need to be

Belong to our God. 

n.nour *

Autumn thoughts I

Now days stretch slowly, long

Under autumn sky of rain

Our thoughts are trapped

As bees so diligent

In the hive of waking emotions.

The clouds swim gracefully

Dressed in light gray robes

Their wide long sleeves

Touching the sky and my face

Autumn clouds are priests

Whispering the truth for the world,

Do we really exist? 

Will our reflection remain?

Where our shadows move after?

We are children of God,

With lost innocence,

Wandering, expelled from the

Heaven and earth...

Our last hope is Love. 

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Rain child

The rain stretches his cold

Fingers – taping gently

My forehead,

my crown 

I feel as a lost child

Of destiny, of Raguel

 found suddenly

Alone, wet, hopeless

Returned to his pure essence

Of opal moon water from sky. 

n. nour *