Lonely Snow

In this lonely snow,
I saw white on a pure white canvas,
little blood drops of my birds 
I walked like in my dream
just with my spirit around 
rising thoughts, warm heart
cold and empty eyes. 
In this lonely snow 
I walked alone, in my peace 
with my weapon of sorrow,
you didn`t exist on this whiteness 
sharp silence, blindness,
I`m alone and my birds died. 

 : n. nour
:: January.014

Introspection -2-

How many corridor views

I could imagine and see

How many ways and stations,

And turns in shadows

In a distant highways,

I walked on a dusty roads,

Where many steps in black

And white I could follow,

But I choose myself, flying

In my tiny ballerina shows "

Just dancing in the air of hope,

Without to find the real you…

How many roads with flat and

Shining pavement of stones

I walked " to see unique crowds

Dressed in elegant fashion coats,

In grey, red and beige "

But I just turned away to the bridge

Just to follow myself, in my so

Old fashioned childish tutu dress.

without to find the real me...

How many forest paths, covered

With mud and thorns and rose hips

I had to view, to search,

But roaming in myself,

In my only body, my own legs,

My own arms, my own breasts,

My own face, my own eyes

I finally found you "

Your unique self "

Waving to me from

The other shore…

- nour -

   June-013