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A White Paper
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Folder-2002 In a daydream, a white paper
was floating beyond control
on the top of an empty hole
Resenting to be rolled,
Buried in lies and get mold
Much insects were in the way
Slipping around hostility
You came to me my child
You stood tall,
on the edge of a solid ground
With your extended right hand
I held to it tight
like a magnetic pole
And thrown my self in the hole
Grasping the white paper
Engraved with my name
So precious...To my heart and soul
~*~
09-10-2002
a beautiful poem, lovely picture and song. tell me how do you add a picture to your page and music, I want to do this with my poetry, e-mail me at mislac@msn.com
lovely poem...
Ilham,
Your style is absolutely distinguished, and your profile became one of my favorite destinations whenever I come visit this website. Thanks for sharing this one.
Ali
After I read your poem, I whispered to my self: this is the poet … not you.
I love the way you utter … so concise yet so expressive.