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Burning Baghdad

My roses wilt with the passing of day,
Burning to embers my poor dying heart,
A vision of sorrow, I make my way,
Happiness and I grow farther apart,

A thousand worlds cannot bear my pain, 
As deep as a turbulent, raging sea –
My disposition views the world in vain,
My name is Baghdad and I long to be, 

But my sleepless nights shall reach their end,
Your gentle winds carry my suffering far,
This path of grief will surely reach a bend,
Though I will forever endure this scar,

So long as I can hear your tender voice,
I choose to live, for you have made that choice.

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  • Lio Alexander
    May 12

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    welcome to allpoetry!!!

    Hello ArabPoet,
    Baghdad is the home of my father!

    This poem is truly amazing. I'm glad to see another talented Arabian poet on the site

    good luck on your future poetry!

    Great job with this one!

    Lio
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  • eltortedequeso
    April 19

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    I like this a lot, love the imagery. I especially like the line " A thousand worlds cannot bear my pain". A very stong line, full of emotion. thanks for the read!