‘A Castle’ by Ayman Morkos

You are a soft delicate air on my cheeks
You are a fast running wave of ages
Your voice is a nightingale song on hearts
My heart is a castle for you
Armed with the strongest feelings
A cannon is firing words of love
Soldiers are dying of your love
A conflict between my verses
Veins are my servants
Blood is a precious water to drink
Living in your castle
Is my dream


AYMAN MORKOS was born in Egypt, in 1977, and has lived in Montreal since 2014. He attended McGill University, School of Continuing Studies in Montreal.

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