I pray, beseech, do nothing less, I, night and day, beg you to bless. Unworthy, I would ask for more, Infer thee, all my life I swore. Alas, for I have yet to learn, The reason true behind concern, For mindful treason I would yearn, For all of which I least discern. My words and woes, hast thou yet heard? Or have mine prayers been since interred? Hast thou the slightest time of day, To hear my words and see me pray? Since young would I, beside my bed, My hands entwined, my wishes said, My heart so empty, seek your wraith, Have all but hope, have all but faith Written by Samir Chahine © 2017
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O' the day that she would long to come and see me new, For if that day would leave me strong... .. the sky would see me blue. As rivers watched my tears a-flow the leaves would see me fall, and like the eerie callous crow the birds would hear me call. And through the seasons I will wither seeking hope wherein... A single drip from dreams I had of what it could have been. Written by Samir Chahine © 2017
Written by Samir Chahine © 2017
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