Sep 23, 2018

🌹THE SLEEPING BEAUTY 🌹

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Maybe I'm a queen.

Has a castle full of green.

People surround and serve.

Why in my heart they can't carve ?

Am I blind or just shadow?

See only sadness like a widow.

Can't handle my matters.

I'm waiting for being together.

I let my eyes to search for a home in some eyes.

But believe that home was only your eyes.

Even I ask.

Their eyes turned to be like yours without task!

Sleeping became my desire.

Within I search for a meeting full of fire .

The Sleeping Beauty to me was a name.

Never mind! They can't have the same.!

But time is running.

Without your returning.!

No ,my queen.

Weak up from your dream.

Destiny exists.

Maybe it changes or you have to resist.

Look around for your own gift.

You will regret if you left.

Yes, I have some.

And will not be dumb.

I don't have you.

My heart I will cure.

Life doesn't give everything.

And always happiness in few things.

Perfection is an illusion.

Believe that conclusion.

Be grateful my queen.

As you still have a castle full of green.

✨Marwa ✨

23/9/2018

 

 

 

 

 

Sep 23, 2018

"Perfection is an illusion. Believe that conclusion." Yes!

Sep 23, 2018

Yes, Mr. Lee. Perfection is only in the

paradise .

Excellent concept and story line! Thank you so much for sharing this with us.

Oct 11, 2018

I'm honored. Mrs. Shellie. Those blue eyes indeed have a special vision. I liked your poem you mentioned your blue eyes in it. Thank you so much. 🌹

 

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