To Vienna
Grand beautiful city
Of the blue Danube,
Beauty of yours
Is still the same,
Your blue river,
Your Balconies
With their Roman
Engraved Paintings
Are still stretching
Their necks
To view
Those who pass
By your vivid cafes,
Life with all
Of its gleaming gestures
Neither recall
Nor awake hope,
Inside my soul,
I'm not the same,
Whom should I blame? !
Where did that
Beautiful joyful young
Woman disappear?
Why can't the active
Human being inside me
Feel
Taste
Grasp
Anything
Anymore,
Except poetry?
Here I am again
In the land of glamour
And grace,
After fifteen years
Of separation,
The glory of the mountains
Is still the same,
Yet nothing
Can reach
Me anymore.
And I began
To contemplate;
I still remember
Those days;
I had everything then;
Youth,
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poem by Nadia Abduljabbar
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