When words become like dust…
Look in my eyes and read…
Read the concert of diamond rays…
To know what my heart says
Read the rivers of love like the prays
Coming pure from the old days…
When words become useless…
Just turn the page…
Wait for the spring, it will be near…
After the storm, the weather is clear…
When words commit suicide…
Just throw yourself in my hands and dream…
We are back together like the cake and the cream! ! !
Wael karameh.
January 16,2010.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Look in my eyes and read, , , , , , I always love my a cake and by jove I sure do eat it..... after an arguement what more can you want dreamy poem regards