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| Sumaya Alessmael |
My immortal melody
By: Sumaya Alessmael-Syria
When they ask me
I might take shelter in silence.
I might shed a tear
I might clink my glass to get everyone's attention
And yet….
I would say, he was a wider-than-life dream.
His dream spanned realms beyond sight,
yet the gravest disappointments assailed his heart.
Neither his scrawny horse is strong enough.
Nor does his wooden sword do any good.
The songs of enthusiasm, too.
have fallen silent, for it is useless.
I would say that the wind has defeated his resolution,
As swayed by his whims.
His ship is lost
And the sea, so they say, is treacherous.
Who can foretell his death?
And the shark is open-mouthed
I will say, the vast wilds still bear
the traces of his footsteps.
Planting false hope.
Here, a banner.
There, a surreal painting
Even on the mirage
Hummed the murmur of the water
I'd say he was a mythical being.
Perhaps only in the imagination.
