The howling of storm / Poem by Hana Shishiny

The howling of storm

How many days , I wake up
Scrolled in your arms
Passion’s storm howling
Around closed windows
Spring blooms in the winds
Apples filling the trees
Scented the morning breeze
Fog of love descends
Where all seasons are there….

How many days I scroll
From winter to summer Sun’s call
The rain of love drenching
And we become a whole
When storm of passion, behind windows
Sending ,a continuous howl….


By Hana Shishiny
February 2018


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