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Ibrahim Ibn Salma


Mont Taba


A time we spent
Near your lower hills,

Your stones greeted us
And spoke to us of love,

Out of your rocks
We built a temple
To guard our union -
A child-like encounter
We never outgrew,

We played the game of innocence
On your chilled top,
Our embraced souls
Shrouded by your snowflakes,
Never shivered, never quivered,
Never wanted to part,

A game we thought we would
Never stop playing.

Submitted: Friday, August 10, 2012
Edited: Saturday, August 11, 2012
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  • Bella Stylos (8/10/2012 3:07:00 PM)

    Mont taba, , guardian and protector.sounds like what a mother would do naturally.this one last till the end of time.....an ode to it? a reverence to nature. (Report) Reply

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