written 3 mths ago
year : 2018
a noble hut

One serene night
dream of a poem by my late dad
the white card was leaning against
some books
by a chimney lit by olive 🫒 oil
surrounded by a gloomy room
in my noble and lovable hut
meant for the holy night prayer
that I sincerely opted
to escape our family from all calamity


The strings of lines
were so calm and touching
causing my tears to roll down my cheeks
as I woke up early morning .
those were the most beautiful
lines of poem I've ever read
in my entire life
It's a guide...


the lines were somewhat began with these lines written in mother tongue
the demureness in every syllable bead
is likened to a pearls'...