Yasmin Hemmat Poems

I was born in a distant and solemn
Kingdom of hatred and destruction
Near the silent sea of fire
In a city crowded with gloom
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In the pursuit of unknown
In the valley of shadow of death
I am standing on the brink of oblivion, alone
Bewitched by his rapturous breath
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Amidst the labyrinth of mirrored halls,
A myriad of reflections, each echo recalls,
With devilish laughter, she screams and declares,
'In mirrors resides a witch', this truth she bears.
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Hylas, a wanderer upon the shore,
Bent down to touch the cool and crystal stream.
A nymph was drawn to him, her heart's implore,
A beauty rare, a figure from her dream.
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In the garden, by the quiet murmuring stream,
I heard a wanderer sing,
Beneath the old oak branches:
'Life is but a fleeting thing'.
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What solace can the weary heart find,
In the remnants of dreams left behind?
With each passing day, a heavier plight,
As hope fades away, lost in the night.
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Beneath the sun's warm, golden gaze,
I found him in the wildwood's embrace,
Adonis, a mortal, handsome and brave,
The spark that kindled my heart's hidden blaze.
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In Florence, where the Renaissance did bloom,
Lived a woman, known for beauty rare,
In her father's home, she faced her doom,
A world distinct from the world of art and flair.
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My soul is a tomb that mourns
A dark, rotting carcass
Where once a lovely flower bloomed
Now lies in stillness
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Beneath a sky stitched with shattered words,
A city crumbles, its streets a blur of smoke.
The air hums with the rustle of forgotten names,
As voices scatter like ash in the throat of a dying oak.
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