Enjoying my sense Of beauty and creativity With free soul and mind Here I am in a jar of jewels Of all kinds I awake walk Among the night Where every thing Is beautiful and bright Like a pendulum Of an old Turkish clock From Hasba to Shaub to Bab Alyemen Shrouded with Solomon silence Of city of Sana'a and Sam My foot taps and smashes The street old stones I play with my feet A nice pentatonic tones The humble breeze Whisper in my sensitive ears An old folk tale About mountain of Nugum That stand behind a misty vial Like I charming mermaid I had passing by once at Hada street A bright glitter moon Gassed at me and I With laughing stars High in the sky Like children I see Smiling at me Behind windows of speeding cars And Old Town balcony It is a rare moment That shows me alone The wonderful dream and world I possess and own.
(Edited by adil amin on 10-25-2009, 10:55 AM) (Edited by adil amin on 10-28-2009, 10:20 AM)
الرسائل والمقالات و الآراء المنشورة في المنتدى بأسماء أصحابها أو بأسماء مستعارة لا تمثل بالضرورة الرأي الرسمي لصاحب الموقع أو سودانيز اون لاين بل تمثل وجهة نظر كاتبها
لا يمكنك نقل أو اقتباس اى مواد أعلامية من هذا الموقع الا بعد الحصول على اذن من الادارة