علي فرحان
19/02/2012, 10:46 AM
Show me your underneath .
Your smile over teeth.
Let me a way by your carp
Sorry, sorrow just warp
Let me kiss your shame
Thin eyes don’t blame
Your hand white calm
Your tree yield palm
Snowy day but warmed sun
Lovely sprit always fun
Darkness room still bright
By the lamp fixed night
Strom and rain .. winds- leak
Through my door wheezing make
My fire extinguish never rose
Although your cheek is warm
Let me see your face again
And the underneath don’t scrape
Reveal it over your bosom
Slightly to move with the air
Slowly- slowly don’t care
The frozen tree still youth
But no kindly in this earth
Please don’t tell me your name
And just write it over my doom
I have never breezing soul
But the night still dark
Whether the moon half- crease
I mean by these words the passionately of the life, and the fact of the love is seemed to me a mistake multiplied by mistake, and no accurate promise was seen although the grief mixed with happy but the taste always bitter , sever and painful , however, you find the beauty every where , but the hidden gold you can't recognize unless you touched it by your hand and see by the necked eyes. I wrote in many pages, no one said to me thank, still my soul is warm and can yield a young fruit although my age was over fifty years. Now I choose my way to complete the vast I can see , but behind all this ability I didn’t get the best success – in the college the marks choose its way to the silly trail , to one can’t opened his mouth – the classmate are never to worth , the bitter- hearts of teachers who only know the way of cheat , by giving the marks to whom they love , I wrote the words like a corner of the castle it comes like drop of water in sunny days putted on black kerchief , my style I know , my dream I know , but my name didn’t I know. My wrath began stress and overlapped to expand over the seas and didn’t stop until I complete the steeps which I engraved them slowly from the poison tree to whom I can not forget his name , here I am writing and showing the world who am I. My new novel with sixty hundred page shall see its way to the press in his year with the possibility of God. I send this passionate heart senses to every one knows the strength
which I am so proud of!
MMA
Your smile over teeth.
Let me a way by your carp
Sorry, sorrow just warp
Let me kiss your shame
Thin eyes don’t blame
Your hand white calm
Your tree yield palm
Snowy day but warmed sun
Lovely sprit always fun
Darkness room still bright
By the lamp fixed night
Strom and rain .. winds- leak
Through my door wheezing make
My fire extinguish never rose
Although your cheek is warm
Let me see your face again
And the underneath don’t scrape
Reveal it over your bosom
Slightly to move with the air
Slowly- slowly don’t care
The frozen tree still youth
But no kindly in this earth
Please don’t tell me your name
And just write it over my doom
I have never breezing soul
But the night still dark
Whether the moon half- crease
I mean by these words the passionately of the life, and the fact of the love is seemed to me a mistake multiplied by mistake, and no accurate promise was seen although the grief mixed with happy but the taste always bitter , sever and painful , however, you find the beauty every where , but the hidden gold you can't recognize unless you touched it by your hand and see by the necked eyes. I wrote in many pages, no one said to me thank, still my soul is warm and can yield a young fruit although my age was over fifty years. Now I choose my way to complete the vast I can see , but behind all this ability I didn’t get the best success – in the college the marks choose its way to the silly trail , to one can’t opened his mouth – the classmate are never to worth , the bitter- hearts of teachers who only know the way of cheat , by giving the marks to whom they love , I wrote the words like a corner of the castle it comes like drop of water in sunny days putted on black kerchief , my style I know , my dream I know , but my name didn’t I know. My wrath began stress and overlapped to expand over the seas and didn’t stop until I complete the steeps which I engraved them slowly from the poison tree to whom I can not forget his name , here I am writing and showing the world who am I. My new novel with sixty hundred page shall see its way to the press in his year with the possibility of God. I send this passionate heart senses to every one knows the strength
which I am so proud of!
MMA