Poetry

Was it not true that wherever I turned,
Before all else, your love stood before me?
Was it not that after every wish for patience,
You came to me?
In every silence, every inspiration, every midday dream...
Who are you?
That turned my solitude into your plaything,
And with you,
I cast all my routines beneath my feet

Poet: Maison_Al-Suwaidan [Kuwait]

A nurse who is interested in poetry and literature
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The moment of test
The  essence of being 
The unquantifiable solace 
The innermost image
The truth of myself 
Love beyond love 
My heart of hearts

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