Treasure Island

alaa hussain

(01/01/1965 / kuwait)

Mm


Melody tunnel boy did not set his feet
on the ground to print our steps to
open our mouths in gardin to fly
nose from the bottom of the toilet
and disease to guide us to the
hypocrisy from the bottom to repair the imposition
_
Be Patience who wronged circles spin and
if you can draw a smile not late
one just and mix them with reason and
sadness and they call right winne
and publish it to those who do not
love you should not weak feelings I have for you is less than love

Submitted: Wednesday, May 22, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 10, 2013
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