The Apparition

Samer Amin

 

 

 

 

The apparition keeps haunting me behind the window glass, every single day, immediately before the break of the dawn.

 

 

 

 

The apparition puts her chin on the back of her hands and smiles softly as if a mother smiles at her baby.

 

 

 

 

The apparition keeps her eyes fixed on me as if nothing in this universe deserves to be looked at, except looking at her baby.

 

 

 

 

The apparition's fair skin and light hair, keep radiating faintly and smoothly, until the background of the dark night, turns into spiritual light.

 

 

 

 

The apparition's unworldly beautiful wide eyes, seem full of mysterious inexplicable love, a kind of love that no one has ever been created to deserve it.

 

 

 

 

The apparition keeps silent and silent, the apparition keeps radiating love and love.

 

 

 

 

The apparition keeps radiating care and concern.

 

 

 

 

The apparition tries to reveal to me, whatever we are going to face in this life, whether it is joy or sorrow, all these feelings are going to pass away during our life's long journey.

 

 

 

 

The apparition tries to tell me, the only thing that will remain after the world falls into permanent silence, is its mysterious unworldly inexplicable love, which will keep echoing and vibrating Forever and Ever.

 

  • Author: Samer Amin (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 17th, 2021 00:25
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Goldfinch60

    That love will never die within us.

    Andy

    • Samer Amin

      Thank you Andy for grasping the inner nature of things.

    • orchidee

      A nice write Samer.

      • Samer Amin

        Thanks a lot!

      • FredPeyer

        Love is all there is! Well done Samer.

        • Samer Amin

          Thank you so much Fred!

          That's right, love constitutes the fundamental intrinsic attribute of the Absolute Entity.



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