She walks with stride that can stop the strongest landslides,
Her elegant beauty captures the fools like prey.
As the wind blows, her veil is no longer a barrier.
Her elegant veil becomes the wings, of the skies.
To fly is her dream, to speak her words, is a dream come true.
The movements of her eyes, and her voice, is indeed strong.
She is very becoming, and gentle like the drop of water dew.
Only to hear her sing, oh, but, what the stars are glowing.
She may be the warrior, that fights the battles we never know.
She plants the seeds of friendship, the seeds she grows.
Skies glow of her presence, yet, people never acknowlege,
The women of her own village,
They look for her strength and reach within themselves.
Author notes
This is a poem for a dear friend who said hello to me
on my first day.
Written February 8th, 2006
A contest entry
- Help Me Comfort Them by SharonLynn.
500 points, ended February 18, 2006, 23 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Very Well Written
A lovely poem about the lovely Shahrzad.
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This is really a lovable poem written for my darling sis, Shahrzad. I loved the beautiful images you created and likening her to an ebony warrior. This is really an adorable piece and I see my lovely Shahrzad enjoyed this. Thank you so much for sharing this with us
~Vernal Bloom~
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This is so wonderful.Who's your addressee?
Keep up the great job my dear friend.
Shahrzad
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