مريم درويش/شمعة في مهب الريح

Candles In The wind
They come an ‘go
We owe them lovely instants
They become the heavens ‘stars
And stamp into the rocks of life
Some features with soulful scars
We embrace every parlance
Every debate,laughter and nonchalance
They re gone with the smooth wind
Where spring splatters
its sweetness back and forth
To their immortal soul
That rests peacefully in the breeze
Of a lofty dawn and with ease
Left the world never sipped to the lees … Maryam .D