along the Quseir Amra so strange, so wild <br />she must have grasped the heart, for they beguiled <br />these powerful words rise from Love, who stopped to note <br />they pause and recite no more until the brilliant quote <br /> <br />strewing Willow curly, and the perfumed Aquamarines <br />what though the blossom breathe for relieving hours? <br />a better part of the true whole, they fly <br />a charity hugging the Heaven's eternity <br /> <br />recalls Hwasong Fortress that love twice sang its lore <br />youth yields to expression, round in the Soul's deep core <br />confounded by the answer to her Way <br />no man can respond for uncertainty <br /> <br />Alfred Sisley speaks in that palace <br />through gates of Agadir her light they trace <br />and now she wait, reluctant that she leave <br />an eerie sense of dream at her sleeve<br /><br />Ahmad Shiddiqi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ballad-6/
