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The world spins
and to stay standing upright,
- they say,
not fearing fear
is in it's own right
a stand
One thought passes
travels its way to Bahgdad
and comes back
to a head filled with fog
jamming a no-peace land
And you,
when you were that arm
that I could reach
when I needed a hand,
I thought I had heard your voice
sometime, somewhere, in my blood
Could I focus and search
for that serene island
amid the spinning
of this world
between the sewing of threads
of an arrogant and humble story
the start of which is embedded in its end
Oh if I can only gaze at the sky
and not lose my feet
in the moving sand..
March 31st, 2003
Maysoun dearest :)))
I enjoy reading to friends who don't usually write, because I feel that when they "do" write, it's about something that really touched them or that means a lot to them. You are one of those friends :))
I felt you wanted to talk yet you didn't really want to talk. And the result was a sweet mixture.
"Could I focus and search
for that serene island
amid the spinning
of this world
between the sewing of threads
of an arrogant and humble story
the start of which is embedded in its end"
Brilliant..."start...embedded in its end"...gameela! testahli 3aleeha bousa! :)))
How i wish i can do that too...
"Oh if I can only gaze at the sky
and not lose my feet
in the moving sand.."
I loved it ya Maysoun :)) Keep shining dear :)))