Freeyad Ibrahim
2017 / 11 / 26
Her Kiss is My Remedy
Poem by: Freeyad Ibrahim
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If I got sick
and she came to where I lie
and kissed me
blushing, flushing , shy
I’d be again okay
I love my butterfly
That is why!
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She told me she would visit me
but only after I die
so I pray to god
ever since
to make me die
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She departed with no reply
Far far away
Bitterly gazing at the sky
I begged the big bird flying high
to lend me her twin wings
So that I might fly
to where my beloved lie
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26-11-2017
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