Dream Flowers and A Pen in My Hand

I am making a book of poems I’ve read in Dream Flowers 
by May Ziadeh.
I felt I’d like to draw some flowers and clouds and mist.
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It is her
 first book 
of poems
published under the penname,
Isis Copia
You beautiful Silver Wing
Thrilling life, your name,
Little child?
“My name is Lilie
For near a beautiful Lilac 
(Spring Harvest)
In the garden there,
My mother left me.”
“Lilie, well! And you
Fine-legged boy
Black-eyed and sharp?”
“Me? You want my name?
Guess. It’s a nice name.
But I had it on the sly
Little Father is Finch
And my Mummy Fauvette.”
“And you, my two little ones
Who are you?”
“We are two friends
Our story is understood.”
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I am writing them in English using an online translator from the original French and any of my own understanding. 

These poems feel familiar, although I haven’t read any of them before, like a long forgotten memory drawing near.

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