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Mona Lisa

                        By: Najah Shuqair

Leave your silence

Reveal your secrets

Your deep brown eyes and magic smile

hide the sorrow and sadness.

Your hair is mysterious…

You sit on my piano stool

like a pianist in your black tuxedo.

White shirt and shiny white shoes.

I gaze into your green eyes.

They take me beyond the stars,

seeking my fortune.

Your ears are like antennae,

they detect and decipher

enemy signals.

Your long white whiskers

are stretched wide

so that an eagle might land.

When you jump down

and cross the marble…

Spring is the time to plant seeds.

Earth is eager to develop them

in her womb.

Life thirsts for quiet leisure.

The ear listens to melodies

of classical beauty.

The life - force is the measure

of all vitality and animation.

It's the essence of being.

The principles of Nature

are caught in the customs

of natural endurance.

Life can enter or exit

the doors of our…

Akhdar is my favourite colour,

lush trees in Eden's Paradise.

Colour cools and soothes.

Many sights attract the eyes.

Happiness and joy travels

through passages of the heart.

Birds, vegetables, fruit and grass,

vary in green shape, taste and smell,

smooth silky velvet, gritty and thorny.

My car shielded in aqua hues

fireplace decor with olive touch

kitchen walls enhanced with…

Spirit is high.

Singing above the clouds.

It has a happy tone.

Then worries race

through the mind

like lightning through the sky.

Aching blood vessels

storm the brain without warning.

A virus strikes the mind.

Makes it freeze, Memory ceases.

Some instrument of thought

plays tricks on sad moments.

Frustrated with life,

we look for peace after pain,

seeking infinity before…