If water has memory I am its memory If stones have emotions I am their emotions I am the prayers of trees I am the face of oceans I am the sound of thunder I am the bright of sinking dreams I am the survived from the fate I am making my destiny I am living behind my illusions Carrying my soul on my hands Burred my spirit in deep oceans Saying my prayer on my dead soul Yara Mohammad 02/03/2006 12:50 AM London
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