My hands do not write very often
However, ink turns red out of shyness
When my right hands talks
About inappropriate madness
And the pencil melts while
I specify between the lines her prettiness
From the daughters of khalid
Arabia is her origins
A symbol of nobility,
beauty and cleverness
Sightening her gives me expectancy
About the future's gloriousness
She is undoubtedly
An angel but with consciousness
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English Poetry, From An Arabian Progeny
PoetryPoetry is essential for the arabs. Back then in the arabian peninsula, kings used to have a poet or a writer that writes for the king describing his strength and majesty. Also, those poets wrote poems against the enemies of their king. Lovers would...
