THE ORANGE FLOWERS

OF MY SOUL

Published in isbn-1-58235-564-9-USA

I have but one pair of gloves for the winter of my life
I slip the day on my right hand,I slip the night on my left hand
with the devotion of the seer.
the tall snowman fleshed with the frozen powder of years past
guards the last dictator who keeps feeding his armies
with the carrot of a tomorrow sliding insanely
down a steep slope,on a makeshift sledge
I have but the day and the night on my hands
to keep me alive, and nothing in between
as I see the sun of love melting each year into
a new angry river for the canoe of the keeper of my dream
the one who will show me how to conquer my fears
how to feel my heart in their broken hearts,
their unhappy memories,their many fallen tears
let him travel back to me,on the left or on the right...
the true heart of the snowman
my christmas wishes
my eid greetings,
the child and the old man's tales
the orange flowers of my soul.

Rahman, Brigitte Arlette-Copyrighted

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