About my beloved woman
A dream, it occupies us.
like it we did not live
and no - was.
A dream, it surprises us
chats with us, imitates us
flirts with us and fills us
by the homelands breaths.
There, our lids made up
by the forgetfulness ash.
There, the despair has raped us
and afflicting of the days.
Dream of the orphans
and who is not for them dreams.
Dream of the weak, the needy
and the sadness family.
Our souls have jumbled
by the deprivation waves
our springs, our fruits died
our stars had blackened
our reed pipes kept silent
and the friends left us.
Then, Who removes from our memory the nausea?
Who returns to us the fraternity nectar
and the sweetness of the songs?
Who returns to the moon its pretty
and the speech advantages?
Who returns to the sea its extension,
and to the beaches
the warm,
and the peace torch?
Who clothes my countries by the green?
Who purifies it by the roses?
Who summarizes it by the pigeon's flocks?
Only you, our lovely
dream, the killer of devil
who do not care about tyranny
and goes
in our blood
as the artery
and pulses
in our hearts with the belief.
There, the Dooms Day has approached
and on the land the two allied tyrannized.
Became all, a human and a jinn,
love the Sun by eyes covered with the hate
became burying their heads
in the dust like the ostriches
and they returned with a civilization
and a globalization
the history did not witness it.
A dream sends in our blood
the safeties, for them a flood is
do not keep who tortures the human
who desecrates
the homelands dust
whom this world
full of with the sadness.
Poetry by Mekhled
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Written on 2005-09-29 at 14:32
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Lovely Dream
A dream, it occupies us.
like it we did not live
and no - was.
A dream, it surprises us
chats with us, imitates us
flirts with us and fills us
by the homelands breaths.
There, our lids made up
by the forgetfulness ash.
There, the despair has raped us
and afflicting of the days.
Dream of the orphans
and who is not for them dreams.
Dream of the weak, the needy
and the sadness family.
Our souls have jumbled
by the deprivation waves
our springs, our fruits died
our stars had blackened
our reed pipes kept silent
and the friends left us.
Then, Who removes from our memory the nausea?
Who returns to us the fraternity nectar
and the sweetness of the songs?
Who returns to the moon its pretty
and the speech advantages?
Who returns to the sea its extension,
and to the beaches
the warm,
and the peace torch?
Who clothes my countries by the green?
Who purifies it by the roses?
Who summarizes it by the pigeon's flocks?
Only you, our lovely
dream, the killer of devil
who do not care about tyranny
and goes
in our blood
as the artery
and pulses
in our hearts with the belief.
There, the Dooms Day has approached
and on the land the two allied tyrannized.
Became all, a human and a jinn,
love the Sun by eyes covered with the hate
became burying their heads
in the dust like the ostriches
and they returned with a civilization
and a globalization
the history did not witness it.
A dream sends in our blood
the safeties, for them a flood is
do not keep who tortures the human
who desecrates
the homelands dust
whom this world
full of with the sadness.
Poetry by Mekhled
Read 491 times
Written on 2005-09-29 at 14:32
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