Woven Hands

With woven hands we sat,
With a sailing mind of mine;
His lips were moving
With sweet words of love,
I heard them not
But felt warmth of your hands.
A simple melody poured moving on the heart,
Sensed its harmony deep inside,
I smiled with lips dipped in love,
And looked straight to the eyes;
He looked at my eyes
And saw you inside;
Our woven hands parted,
And still you are
In mind and heart of mine.

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Inas Essa, a 23 years old writer, studied journalism at the faculty of masscommunication, Cairo University., Her work has been published in Scarborough arts (Big art book 2013), every day poems, poemhunter and authorstand., She lives in Alexandria, Egypt. She adores reading and writing (poetry, short stories), loves listening to music and watching classic movies., Her ambition has no limit and cannot be briefed in words. she hope one day her work will be read by people all over the world.

Last updated September 13, 2013