Sometimes I extend to some steps towards your spring
As a morning breeze on the balconies
As a green silk over the Waves
As effects of horses feet steps
But sometimes words exclude me
Miles from the face of the picture
Sometimes I knock....... Listen to the seas play in my heart
…frighten..... filled with pent up screaming
Releasing…… hiding in my legs in any angle
In any drawing
Sometimes I sit
Smiling all the time
Talking for hours to the trees …. Posting
My laughters in the forests of the crazy imagination
Losted in the streets Abdel-Aziz Haider
07/12/1993
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