Amirah Al-Wassif writes

traveling on the angel wing

traveling on the right wing of an angel

takes me away, away to my first dance

dragging ourselves through the fancy castle

shakes me today, today as it is my chance

oh! how far our starry night

oh! how rare any scare or fight

oh! what wonder your face sight

oh! oh!

traveling on the right wing of an angel

reminded me how did I ride my horse?

a supernatural scene, unreliable or a dream

it was a fairytale, of course!

traveling on the right wing of an angel

visiting the marvelous towns in his eyes

shouting like a child, a pleasure made a circle

for walking in the land of the wise

traveling on the right wing of an angel

led me to be a true crazy lover

your warmth on this night transfers my simplicity

immediately heals my suffering

oh! how far our starry night

oh! how rare any scare or fight

oh! what wonder your face sight

oh! oh!

Angel -- Augusto Sanchez

Amirah Al-Wassif writes

People in the huts

People in the huts waving to me every day, every night
But mental forces I have got told me that was not right
Beaming stones and comfortable zone if I still am unbelievable
Midnight lies and shortest of sight if I say it is reasonable

Oh! My brain! Could this daily scene be unreliable?

People in the huts waving to me every dark, every light
And my shocked eyes turning my thinking into a fight
Global channels, national banners talking regularly about me
Human Battles, the press covers making a fairytale about me
Oh! my soul! is this a fool
Dreaming what I see?

People in the huts waving to us every day, every night
Their clear truth at their bigger than being on a diet
Sensibility drawing here their faces without quitting
And their words silently heard, more Emotions need to be written
huts human Certainly Exist, every eye cannot be denied
Only these seeing them upset, the unfaithful eye or the blind!

Gorta -- Lilian Lucy Davidson

Amirah Al-Wassif writes

I love you despite everyone nose!

I love you despite everyone nose!

despite the traffic jam

despite the audience blame

and the chatter of my toes

I love you and I mean what I say

a confession of love does not accept any delay

this type of the immortal love

can not be temporary or tough

I love you despite the spread of boredom in the world

despite all my long night I was totally bent

I love you despite the breaking news and stammering of all correspondents

I love you despite my classic shoes and the currency of the tents

despite the urgent calls every midnight

I love you

despite the loneliness of shores after escaping the light

i love you

despite the world difficult rules

despite the absence of "because"

I love you despite everyone nose!

 

 -- Brian Calvin