The Rosewater Journey

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It was a journey,

a mysterious journey,

happy as can be

started with a word,

ended with a word,

but there were endless tales

of lives joined by destiny

pursuing amazing adventures

encrypted in the embroidery of the divine land.

 

They were butterflies in a secret garden

Rosewater sweeping under their feet

And waterfalls cleansing their souls

Domes of mosques opening their doors

To all the colorful jewels of the glorious Spring.

 

impatiently awaiting

for the travellers to shine

sighed then cried the rain

more roses to grow

more mountains to climb

and more stories to tell.  

 

1/5/2017

Written by Najat Alshafie

Photo and painting by Najat Alshafie