A Colored Shadow





She whispers from there:  Where will you find your story?  The violet roses are sleepy, and the mirrors follow the white trees. The birds and the fabled river know that moment which needs a smile and warmth.

I will drown in the yearning sea. I will hug that train where we met sleepy sounds, so from there my story will begin.

She said: the river colors are descending from that balcony and they should kiss the eyes of flower seller. That colored shadow told me: when the moon sleeps in your lids, you will know a new kiss and you will see the cloud flowers.  






The poem was published in Tajdeed lietary magazine: A Colored Shadow