Hot like hell
Cool like paradise
I dedicate good will
And nice feelings to the nice
I shall leave this cell
And run
having no ties
no bias
To where I should dwell
And pay the price
Feeling not a null
nor a nil
In the land
Of
simple smiles,
aroma of
Spice
and rice
(I feel hungry like a wolfJ)
(The romantic devil
Who have seen
Hell and heaven
Who have so much to say
But finds no ear
To hear.
NO PROBLEM)
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F. A. Fayez
06-March-2013
Riyadh, S. A.
Author's Notes/Comments:
Written under the influence of the persisting need to leave the land of hypocrisy in a search for a decent destination where one can get as much as he gives.
I smile although I endure pain. I am busy now trying to heal my injured wings. Soon I hope I will be able to fly again. There is an infinite space open for people like me but alas there isn’t much of a time. But I will try my best to spend every instance left to me in flying. I say this assuming we still listen to each other and care and we look at life as an opportunity for us to interact with each other for a while before we go back to Mother Nature and sleep forever.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZNaA7fVXB28
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-icuakaLS-A
