Treasure Island

sallam yassin

(05/06/1968 / Hargeisa, Somaliland)

Like drip drop


Oh the spring had came
AS the magic of nature
Again
Murmuring alive
The life
Shivering in every body
So the summer is progressing
With love
Gradually
Like drip of drop
Drip drop
My love
May you come
Gradually
Like drip of drop
Drip drop
Oh my love
Like sun of morning cascade
Come
Bit by bit
Gradually
Let your grace come
Like drip of drop
Drip drop

Submitted: Thursday, March 28, 2013
Edited: Thursday, March 28, 2013
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  • Thomas A Robinson (3/28/2013 6:07:00 PM)

    The drip drop of water moves mountains in time.
    In love the time spent slowly will move the affections of hearts.
    I like from where and to this poem is going Sallam, very good. (Report) Reply

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