Beautiful nonsense opened up her sight
Wishing bells’ commander of hypnotic nights
The meaning of this life a true chaotic prose
The musical delight of dreaming for a rose
A simple complex essence tormenting my insides
It would not could not slumber to all poetic trials
This wordplay without form that could not be described
It led me to a door so beautifully disguised
The perfect side of chaos: a spiral not a line
A universal comeback of losses that are lies
Hope had dreamt of death trapped inside a box
Weeping wonders lost to Pandora’s thoughts
The making of a note harmoniously inclined
Birthing rhythmic music: a sound no longer blind
Nathalie C.M. Sabbagh
About the Creator
Nathalie C.M. Sabbagh
I don't see the world the same; none of us do, and yet, here we are, somehow connected with this greater intelligence called life, as part of the process and not as separate. These are excerpts from my books,
www.nathaliecmsabbagh.com
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