Memory
Between your hands, .
The time stops!
And from your hands –
Birds flock fly,
In complete poem.
Some seek to the departure,
Others seek to assemble,
And, I spread my soul round it,
Neither it remains nor leaves,
How much, I ask the jasmine flowers? !
Does n't leave us and depart?
But we in lost and missed it,
We saw at the horizon,
Childhood shadow-
Proceed to it.
Basim Al Aoda 2008
basim al aoda
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