Dreams Of A River

Dreams Of A River ode

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Life of a river
Hidden in your mirror
It is no error
To smile to wither
Clouds of your summer
Let your body dance
Never give a chance
For bad thoughts to slay
The joy of your day!
Dreams of a river
Circles forever

Ends up to begin
Living again

Thunder and cloud
Singing aloud

Rain drops are here
Willingly to adhere

Movement around
Empty space and ground

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Nada Amine Awar

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I am a Lebanese female poet, researcher and writer in Arabic and English.Fourth of January, 1957 I was born in Quarnayel, Lebanon. Being an only daughter among three sons, gave my whole life an aromatic taste. I got a master degree in political science from the American University of Beirut. Mahatma Gandhi is the only politician I follow and respect. Gamal Abd Nasir is the only Arab leader I admire. Rabindranath Tagore is my spiritual master. His poetry, writings, music, and universal thought is a real fountain for my spiritual uplifting. Chief Seattle’s “Message To the Modern World” broadened my views and deepened my interrelationships with Mother Nature and the GREAT SPIRIT. John Lennon is my daily friend. I recognize his song “Imagine” as my national anthem. I am a fan of Yoko Ono; I appreciate what she gave to the “whole world” through her love to John. I believe that the cosmic law is the only law that any creature must follow in order to understand the simple truth of life and death: that is another form of existence.
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