A sonnet

A sonnet for a leaving friend from Scotland
By : Jameel Azeez Mohammed

Albatross

Steadily she approached cycling alone like Albatross .
From the farthest sea , deep and cold ,
Merry in behaviour , in decision too bold ,
To the waste and naught land of crisis and loss ,
A candle in one hand , the other has a cross ,
Though no Albatross in the Euphrates she could find ,
Only owls , ravens and beasts of the kind ,
In shambles everything was left , no life no pulse ,
Loudly shouted Albatross . " Let s start again . "
For this land is sacred , holy and glorious ,
It s Prophets land and Abraham s strain ,
Though maltreated , proud is the people and courageous ,
Unfortunately , the Albatross is leaving , no seas to remain ,
Farewell you unique bird , so obvious so mysterious .

Jameel Azeez Mohammed / Nassiriyah/ Iraq
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