The Wounds' HymnA Poem by Rawan HdaibNot a full poem, but more like a poetic flash... Squeezing the idea in a few lines hymn. This is how my heart often speaks; few words, though thousands of sensations in a blink of an eye...
Oh! My wounds, mercy on me
Oh! My soft weak heart, be free ! Destiny, you forced my way For your choice what shall I pay? I chose my path, dressed to die Walk with me or pass me by ! Oh! My wounds, mercy on me
Oh! My soft weak heart be free ! © 2014 Rawan HdaibAuthor's Note
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Added on May 14, 2014 Last Updated on May 14, 2014 AuthorRawan HdaibAmman, The Middle East, JordanAboutI'm a child of the wind, for it's the source of my inspiration. I'm inspired by despair and hope, pain and pleasure, ugliness and beauty, hatred and love. Though realism is a significant part of my wo.. more..Writing
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