No thing is as this moment ….the pleasure is a newly born of the imagination
A baby of dreams
Who laugh…cry…smile…singing under the colored water of the life
All ways we are drinkers
If you drink all these beautiful colors
If you listen to your memories you will find the moment of rapture
The rapture of full musician pictures….. full emotional feeling
Full conscious and un conscious
The time always is a good serves to whom consider them selves as part of it
Rapture is swimming with the words with the picture with the current of time
In end less gush of this waterfall
Baghdad
Abdel-Aziz Haider(originally in English)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem