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الثلاثاء 9 مارس 2010

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Old Man and the Wind

Speak to me of love old wind
Speak to me here and now
Up on the edge of this ancient cliff
Old wind… Speak to me.
A world apart… Far and away
I give myself to thoughts of love
While tinsels of moonlight
Glistening over the sea
Brightening shadows in gentle moves
I see myself reflected and my mind
Leaps out beyond the rest of me
Rekindling feelings of joy and pain
How they came and how they went
As the shadows of summer
And soft droppings of spring rain
No doubt in time this cliff will fall
But I will not be here to call
Or see it crumble to the sea
The seasons are turning
The hills and valleys are festive
With vibrant shades of green
For what is left... and what has been
A constant torch and I shall know
The wind will speak again of love to me.

Abdulhamid Ben Hameda
Honduras 2008
hameda@comcast.net


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