Poems by Aziza Dahdouh

Poems by Aziza Dahdouh
Tell those beautiful souls
We have already given them
Magnificent voices
Now we are busy
Enjoying the symphony
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Aziza Dahdouh
My quality
You know
God blessed me
with the best
I forget and
forgive easily
I let go
and move on
without looking
behind me
I grave pain
deep in my soul
and make of it
the source of
Aziza Dahdouh
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Entrance says a lot of things
You know
Beyond that door
There is a treasure
A beautiful fountain
Surrounded by flowers
And souls of diamonds
You wonder: How i know
I say
Entrance says a lot of things
Those who have chosen
That door of heaven
Are talented people
People to treasure
Aziza Dahdouh
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Fall Time
It’s autumn
Time for fall
Avoid looking at fallen leaves as dead
Enjoy their colors instead
They are another kind of flowers
Gather them,crown the beloved ones
Avoid looking at trees as bare branches
Enjoy them dancing in the winds
Avoid looking at empty nests
Enjoy migrated birds fluttering their wings
Bid them goodbye
While disappearing in high sky
Avoid looking at empty roads
Look at those happy kids
Enjoy their laughter ,uplifting souls
Go for a walk outside
Go deep in the wood
Listen to nature
Say it
What a symphony
What a harmony
What a world
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I breathe deeply
Closing my eyes
Back to the garden
Within me
Where Jasmin plants
How beautiful there
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My Shadow
My Shadow my super hero
That so happy kid
Who is acting as a clown
To make me laugh out loud
My shadow a great dancer
And me the very calm observer
My shadow imitating the birds
Flying without feathers
Visiting the heavy clouds
Begging the rain to fall on my face
And let it shine again like the sun
Me that field ,waiting for spring
Aspiring for beautiful blossoms
You see
My shadow is my lonely friend
But we are always in different moods
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She said
I look like a dewdrop
On the verge of falling
To moisturize the hard soil
When meditating
I play bamboo flute
I have rituals to prepare
my cup of tea
It’s a traditional art
A whole ceremony
I go on long walks
In zen gardens
There i pause my thoughts
Not my body
Guess who iam
Aziza Dahdouh
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When arrived at the threshold of your mind
That camp of well-organizthoughts
Panicked me
I missed courage to open the door
Hesitated for a moment
Taking a deep breath was my lonely option
Then I went back away
And disappeared in thick fog
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Aziza Dahdouh

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