Standing
In a Field of Despair
Collecting
Lost threads of Hope…from the Air
With smiles…Building
Walls, Windows and Doors
Laying Tiles of Dreams on the floors
Creating
Shapes of feelings with no faces
Drawing
Memories of Happy places
Growing
Trees with joyful past
Cherishing
Moments forever...will last
Crowning
Myself the Queen
Of a land...
Never have been…Never will be seen
Sarah Ibrahim ©
Sarah Ibrahim
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