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Mohammed Hassan (Piracy In The Mediterranean)

(3/3/1990 / Al Iskandarī yah)

Poems in Vain

I lay on the bed, write a poem by my tears
the paper was my hair and the pen was a finger
good night, sweet dreams, sleep along and think of me
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  • Romeo Della Valle (10/6/2009 11:19:00 PM)

    Dear Mohammed Hassan, thanks for your valuable comment on my poem 'A NEW ME'.
    May I tell you that by experience, I have learned that each poem that is written is a statement not coming from a barren lips, but from the bottom of one's heart so it can not be possible in vain, it is there for the world to read and identify with, so suicide should never be a choice since you have the chance to learn the hard and painful ways that whenever there is an ending there is also a new beginning, please, read my poem titled: 'IN THE PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS', and you would get the message, well penned poem, Mohammed, keep it up, Love and Peace, Romeo, you got my vote (Report) Reply

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