A Throne

She floats above the water
Waves have no pillars to stand on
Her passion appears on the water,
And waves have no front

In the tender second
Between its ascendance and obliteration
The world is created
It creates the world
And then erases it
Without a break!


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Mohamed Fuhaad Tarawallie

the poem is very much touching and interesting but i would like the poet to make the vowels more clearer so that we can read the the arabic version of the poem.
shukran jazilan.

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