Poem

Posted on Nov 25, 2007  |   1326 views  

Poem Poem is a fantasy of true words, Its like moon walking naked Ashamed from the sky, And my soul whirls on the road of revolution day! Poem is old prostitutes Of rhymes of Democracy- Equality, Liberty and Fraternity All of them, cries of my tears And most of them, blood of my bones, I said, cries of tears Of blood of my bones! Poem is a fantasy of true words- Justice, freedom and more justice, Like red blood of sunset marching On waves of Pacific Ocean Sunset draining On waves of Atlantic Ocean. I mean Weary soul…Bosom of my dream! Kariem C. Sila

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