Poem
Our hearts must not be troubled,
overwhelmed with fruitless care;
nothing comes of such struggles
with the forces of despair;
We reap the seeds we sow,
what does this saying mean,
not possible to know
when we no longer dream;
Cast off these shackles,
give to us this place,
and for this second,
our mystery face,
One most fleeting,
single moment,
sleeping, breathing,
dare to see, when
Anguish falls,
breaks away,
and peace calls
us to stay,
Sabbath,
restful,
respite,
silent,
We
live
our
dreams.
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Image: Copyright © 2024, Moh’d Bilbeisi. All Rights Reserved. A Dream - 9 in x 12 in Sennelier watercolor pigment on Fabriano Studio watercolor paper. Please spend ample time deciphering the composition. Thank you for the reviews and the comments.
Love this one. The cadence, the shortening lines as it progresses…