Treasure Island

MOHAMMAD SKATI


Behind The Pretty Horizon


Behind the pretty horizon I might find a new hope or I might find a new image of Myself or any missing word I have been looking for in My real world or in my dreams, Behind the pretty horizon There are a lot of images or Hopes stored over there, but They need us to uncover them, Behind the pretty horizon, if We can get in there, there are Hopeful treasures we love them, Hope is the greatest treasure When we find it anytime or anywhere, We might find new worlds or kingdoms Of love for our loved Ones, so hopefully We can find anything we want Behind the pretty horizon If we just go and look for them.

Submitted: Saturday, October 26, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, October 29, 2013
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