By: Ali Taha Alnobani
© 2010-2015 Ali Taha Alnobani rights reserved
As usual, she went to her large tree
Now, she has something to share
Dusty horizon over her grey hair
Foggy mountains gazing at her wrinkled face
Colors reflection on her eyes
Things flying with no base
Collecting stories is very sad
Especially if you barely remember
that you have one try!
And if details are mixed with pace
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She can touch her old dreams
Flying there like Autumn's leaves
- hey lovely nature
You can renew yourself every year
Please give me a chance for a new start
To taste love and art
To meditate on colors' horizon
And to learn how to engrave my vision on hard rocks
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That evening, she went away muttering to herself
Every day, I feel her through the dusk
And with the swish of the trees
wondering around all the world
and all the seas
****My Other Half
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