AS PRETTY AS VINTAGE

 

You’re as pretty as vintage;

Sweet paper cuts from letters to sweet ones.

Old scents that give birth to dead memories.

Smiles that erupt at the remembrance of their 

debris.

Sounds that reflect from those smiles and echo 

like sweet songs.

Melodies those sounds give birth to, you’re 

prettier than all of that.

You’re as soft as wind;

Blades of green that follow all its commands,

The scenery that unfolds and fills your vision,

Hopeful dreams that sing you to sleep,

The softness of your wishes;

You’re still more pretty.

You’re as pretty as sky,

Even prettier than a sky that cries,

Howls and pulls lovers towards it,

The thirsty flowers that bloom at dawn.

You’re prettier than the spring it brings,

You’ve always been.

Areej Fatima XI OA