The Colourful Ribbons

The Colourful Ribbons

By: Azza El Wakeel

I miss the colourful ribbons

Of my tresses

The ones of my kite

Of my key’s chain

The simple things

That brought great joy

I miss my childhood’s books

My colouring books

My piano notes

All my toys

I miss the pure white

Of the snow

That I used to see

Covering the mountains

The pure white

Of the clouds

Of the full moon

I’m no more naïve

Since I matured

My eyes are seeing

All the whites stained

In my youth

I used to think

I’ll grow up to live

Like a butterfly

Free to wander

Fly and circle

From one flower

To another

Like a nightingale

Sing my songs

Without fear

But the world

Disappointed me

It’s full of rains

Lots of tears

Limited are the choices

Wings tied with chains

Frightened nightingales

(Images are from: Pinterest)

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