Ibrahim Ibn Salma

Our Night - Poem by Ibrahim Ibn Salma

When our lips melt
Through the conversation

Our night,
When our sails are
Followed by the shining stars

Our night,
When our challis
Is full of romance

Our night,
When the ragged mountain
Becomes a green meadow

Our night,
When our souls

Our night,
When the silver moon
Guards our clasping

Our night
When we live our

Our night
When the dawn must wait.

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  • Rookie Bella Stylos (8/10/2012 2:44:00 PM)

    I like the imagery in the poem.gives one a way of going far with thoughts of what will be done through that night with the darkness standing still, the conversation into kisses.nice (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 10, 2012

Poem Edited: Saturday, August 11, 2012

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