Poems by Shahinaz Soliman

The child within me,
A soul you cannot see,
Simplicity and innocence, as pure as it can be,
Purity, laughter, wings that set me free,

It's that child within me.
When I lower my shield,
My thoughts take me to an epic, green field,
I'll run and embrace the flowers,
I can linger there for endless hours.

My arms are wide open to help the world,
No one needs to ask or say a word,
I'll extend my hand to a poor little boy,
To make him happy, I'll give him my toy.

It's that child within me,
Who wants to laugh, play, and jump all day,
To cast away these world impurities without delay.

I didn't ask to grow,
I want my eyes to continue to glow,
My hair to flutter, move, and flow,
My true feelings to be clear and show,

It's the child within me,
That I want you to see,
Just clear, no fear,
That's who I am,
That child is me.

Just another story,
Glamour and glory,
Just another life,
Memories to survive.
One day it will be read and known,
Then will hide again with the unknown.

Just another phase,
A faraway gaze,
A true life that will amaze,
A legend with an exposed base.

Just seconds, moments, hours, and days,
Full of tears, smiles, struggles, and plays.
A story of persistence,
Proof of an existence.

Just another human,
A man or a woman,
Blended with the crowd,
But shone and made a sound.

A legend who left a fingerprint,
But gone from our world, somewhere with the wind.
The life cycle of millions,
The amazing stories are in trillions.

I will remember your legend, my friend,
At least until my life will end.
Then mine will become a story,
Some glamour and glory.
It will also be read and known,
Later will hide with the unknown.
This is how it goes,
How life and death flows.
The golden moving bicycle,
Alive today, then recycled