Treasure Island

Abdullah alHemaidy

(1961 / Taif)

With Nature


It was a wonderful flow
I had a good time
Away from those screens,
Human made pictures,
And writing.
With nature
With real life
Cool of chasteness
With simplicity.
When and where!
One can not see a bluff.

Submitted: Saturday, October 19, 2013
Edited: Sunday, March 30, 2014

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  • Unwritten Soul (10/24/2013 11:57:00 AM)

    Nothing can compare to nature, though we tend and created something to mimic life we will never going to invent space as much as wide sky, or a journey that we can control called time, because these two never we can touch and it stay true with nature. How bad an apple it still can fill your stomach than a plastic one_SOul (Report) Reply

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