The Last Song

To Manal I wrote this poem.

Manal was a beautiful human being who was appreciated and loved by friends and everybody who knew her. Her sense of humour helped her to express herself in a unique way, which helped her not only to make fun, but also to survive the problems she had.

She was natural, generous, patient, and she never withheld her advice and consolation to those who needed it. She was the angel that assisted everybody around her.

I wrote this poem on 28/8/2013 and structured it on the “Iambic pentameter” meter (*|*|*|*|*|), i.e. da-DUM X 5.

An angel walked on earth, and shone on land
Conversed and laughed with us in angels’ slang
And as she waved her hands to lead her band
She fluttered with love, played with us and sang

She shook wings, danced her own rhythm, her last song
Flashed into the deep sky with peaceful light
Beheld, merged with the cloud where she belongs
That gushed with a sound loved by ears and sight

Her delicate eyes twinkled when she saw
The precious one, his look and wounds of love
Could not but be gay in awe of his law
Ordained by him, his father, and holy dove

Dreamed to return, as a whole us
Tiny raindrops trickled on dry faces to bless

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