Welcome to arab spring. Rock of ages. Museum of death. Let me hear you scream. Embrace the night. Conversion of the free land. Home of the homeland. I can't stand the quietness. Motel of technique. Only in the face of horror can you find your true noble self. Down at the honeymoon trail. Down at the practice pad. We see the sun. You give my eyes a reason to exist. To go and smell the roses. To be a part of life. Culture shock. In this house the words can break the glass. Everything is about effort.
giving reason to exists. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
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arab spring.... museum of death? what nonsense, these people have the right to be free....