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Chaotic Prose

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By Nathalie C.M. SabbaghPublished 3 months ago 1 min read
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Allowed to grow naturally

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

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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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