A Soft Breeze Stirring And Lifting The Flowers…This Poem

And you, my beautiful friend
With the intoxicating smile?—
They call me ‘Mimi’
In the hours of delirium;
And love my eyes
That point to the azure sky
And my voice….home-like,
Spring gave me to May
And I was born
Then I was ordained,
Now I am a priest. 
Now my name is….
And my light wings carry me
Away from the Convent
to the foreign lands.
I love to see this
Laughing Nile
chaste, azure
and I bathe my eyelashes,
my heart, my golden forehead.
 by May Ziadeh
A Lebanese-Palestian poet, essayist, novelist, and translator.

By Jade Nicole Beals

I'm Jade, a poet, painter, and yoga teacher. I live in southeastern Massachusetts and am from Brooklyn, New York. Besides art and yoga, I love nature, spirituality, music, tea, and a good party.

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