you are such as an Oleander when Sprucing away

Poet /Ali Alrabeay

Flagrant girl

Which is Damascene Cherry

Which doesn’t  hiding her grass on the mirrors

Rising with her river away

 from the eyes of the sand

and the Home of the winds

which is separated  with her rose

away from the  Wicked young men

which are calling her sea by the Gum

and her Beach by the Cages