Treasure Island

MOHAMMAD SKATI


A SPIKE OF GRAIN


I LOOK AT SPRING AT ANY TIME, IN THE MORNING, IN THE AFTERNOON, AND IN THE EVENING . I LOOK AT THE GREEN AND LONG SPIKES OF GRAIN MOVING THIS SIDE OR THAT SIDE IN A BEAUTIFUL SHAPE. I GET SURPRISED TO SEE THEM DANCING FOR THE SPRING AND FOR THE WIND. THE GREEN FIELDS THAT GOT FILLED WITH ALL BEAUTY AND ALL THE SWEET SPIKES OF GRAIN. JUST A SPIKE OF GRAIN CAN MAKE A SWEET SPRING.

Submitted: Saturday, March 09, 2013
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