The suns continue burning till this day.
Conversations forever minimized;
The grains gently slide away.
Heart enlarges due to the feeling of pleasantness.
laughter echoes;
The suns continue burning till this day.
Name engraved deep into their souls.
Now filled with mold, allowing
the grains to gently slide away.
Hand in any angle should I fall.
Support loosens;
The suns continue burning till this day.
Iceberg struck down
The movie fades to black;
the grains gently slide away.
Still owning a huge meaning to my life
ache in place of the absence.
The suns continue burning till this day,
the grains gently slide away.
- Shourouk Abdalla
I loved poetry. I love writing poetry. I loved poetry class. I got a 18 out of 20 for this in my AP english class 3 years ago. I still don't understand how you can grade poetry, or Art in general. "Beautiful lines" she said "could use light, meaning could be little clear" she said. You have to look deep into yourself to find the meaning because you'll never be able to look deep into me and take mine. That's the beauty of poetry.
