Treasure Island

Kuji soliman

(1997 / cairo/egypt)

Forbiden Garden

A Place where there is peace,

The place where there is silence,

A place with serenity,

The place with no violence.

Non ending wars,

It's our only hope,

The garden is never far,

For two people tied with ropes.

Forbidden is it,

I'll penetrate anyway,

For it is my only refuge,

My secret get-away!

It keeps all the secrets, we keep from ourselves,

It takes them away, and putts them on shelves.

Am I allowed here?

No, im the banned one!

But should I fear?

No, I'm not alone.

As it's trees sway,

My soul shall not die,

& slowly fade away,

My fear and tears I cry!

Forbidden garden,

Open your doors,

Let me in,

Like you did before.

Open your door,

Though i know I have sinned,

I've killed my heart,

Please let me in!

Don't leave me out in the cold,

Don't be the one who hates,

Oh Forbidden garden,

I begg you open your gates...

Don't pretend you've lost the key,

For it is the key i see in me.

Please help me set it free.

Each one has a garden,

Where each one does to run,

Why doesn't mine let me in,

to be the forbidden one?

Submitted: Sunday, November 21, 2010

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