Thursday, December 01, 2011

A Book

Book It is a my book Where there are no battles or passports Nights and trees The leaves sing And the water dance When I like to drink *** This is my book Where there is a woman Full of birds And a jungle of breasts *** A book of words Rivers love trees And the trees smile to the spring *** It is a book I draw After turning lights off I'm the book When a woman Neglects me I turn into a paper 21/7/01 To write a poem on…. Ghias Aljundi


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