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I will be there somewhere over the horizon

I will disrupt no rainbow I will upset no cloud
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A fallen angel hit the winds with his burning wings.
Gazed up in the sky as he saw the golden gates fade away.
Looked for the smile and the scent of the goddess he saw.
Not even in a fairytale they will let her go.
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Can I tell a story
about moaning and glory
about tears and fears
and the happy seven years.
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I do not Know how angels smell, but the must smell like you
I do not know how pretty heaven is, but not more beautiful than you
I do not know how music smile, but it must smile like you
I do not know how souls find peace, but I know my peace comes with you
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Listening to the sound of my dry tears.

Tasting the last trace of sweat happiness before it fades away.
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flying..again... over the valley. He craved for the faces he once knew.
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Speaking about being bored to the bone and alone without a home
listen.... my dearest friend, you will walk this Path on your own
they will never..... forget
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Some day I will go
no sound no words even... the wind will not set a tear
no remorse, no laughs no one to remember how it used to be
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The Best Poem Of Islam Gawish

The Gates Of Naparoo

I will be there somewhere over the horizon

I will disrupt no rainbow I will upset no cloud

The rain drops will not notice my soul passing by

The dry tears of false wisdom will fall down politely on the stones of regret and pain

And I will sing my silent song for the deaf monuments of eternity.

Somewhere over there on the gates of naparoo I will find my peace.

The dreams that shyly existed in the tortured mind of the forbidden hope waiting to come true.

The embarrassing childhood thrived to fulfill the urban legends.

It is a long longed journey to the gates of naparoo

Where the lost children found there bed time stories

Where the tearing hearts joyed the scent of hope

And the old ladies brought there last warm dinner to their long lost families

At the gates of naparoo

Where the pains vanished, the doubts disappeared and thirst stops

At the gates of naparoo

The old men wisdom, children laughter and happy end of all promises, waiting for me coming true

At the gates, of naparoo.

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