quarta-feira, 5 de junho de 2013

Momenta

The here where I am
The wind wont come
The Light yet aint
And the fast moment of imagination
The hope carries away
And it brings memories of darkness within

The gloom the impatience gazes
Here just where I am
The longing aint
Goodness the lonelyness forsakes
When whispered whistles
Of sadness cradles
The lume of this wavy
Illusion...
 
 
 
 
 
Maggour Missabbib, 5773
 
 

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