Evolution of a Syrian Woman

Syrian Woman

She was a poet with wings
Her wingspan was like an albatross
She flew gracefully over Aleppo
Past cloud-formations and wind-rapids
Until one fated day, her wings were clipped
As she tumbled down like Icarus
As fast as a peregrine falcon
Until she was bathed in brine, of the unforgiving Aegean
Where she found her fins and gills
And swam towards the golden beaches
Where shelters were aplenty
And there she transformed to a land creature
Shifting her limbs swiftly on land
Until she became a full-fledged mammal
Holding an infant on her bosom
Basking in the poetic justice
Of the surrogacy of dreams

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