sallam yassin

(05/06/1968 / Hargeisa, Somaliland)

Leaves and time


As no tenderness in all the time
Love me time
From time to time
The love is only what counted in time
Love me and call me in time
Come to me with time
Time is what going to be out of time
Take me with your time
The time is taking me and you
And no return of time
As we are the leaves
Of time
Tenderness isn't going to be all the time
love me from time to time
We are leaves
Of time

Submitted: Friday, September 06, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 09, 2013

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  • Aftab Alam Khursheed (9/7/2013 9:51:00 AM)

    time rules the fate we are slave to the time and time is what? our action denote the time so in other word we are the time then why slave...our thought that is the kept of mind so funny Sallam thank for share (Report) Reply

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