sallam yassin

Silver Star - 3,300 Points (05/06/1968 / Hargeisa, Somaliland)

sallam yassin Poems

1. 14 12/13/2013
2. 142 7/29/2013
3. 26 Of June 6/26/2012
4. 3 Dimensions Of Word 11/1/2014
5. 370 3/25/2014
6. 3rd Millennium- Rise 11/15/2012
7. 4 H Ache Of Age 12/14/2012
8. A Kiss 10/22/2012
9. A Dream 1/1/2014
10. A Fine Fruit Of Love 11/23/2012
11. A Heart 4/12/2014
12. A Lonely Tree 6/12/2012
13. A Man Who Dead At Age Of 33 6/30/2012
14. A Path Of Two 5/30/2015
15. A Reality 10/29/2012
16. A Relation 11/15/2012
17. A Rose = Field + Haiku 7/6/2012
18. A Sad Man 2/7/2014
19. A Saddle 11/6/2012
20. A Scent Of Summer 12/11/2013
21. A Sigh 1/12/2014
22. A Trap 12/16/2013
23. Ab And Then.... 11/10/2014
24. Abstract 2/4/2013
25. Accent 6/22/2014
26. Advantage Of Fear 7/24/2013
27. Affairs In Paris 1/24/2014
28. Africa 2/1/2013
29. Alamanac Hauki For Love 2/4/2013
30. Allah 8/1/2013
31. Allah Is The Lord 9/8/2013
32. Alone 1/18/2013
33. Amaano (Somali) 7/30/2014
34. An Other Day 6/23/2012
35. Are You The Paintin Of My Dreams 6/2/2012
36. As A Crew 11/1/2012
37. As No One 6/26/2013
38. As Woman In Her Man To See 5/21/2013
39. At Majaz 10/26/2014
40. Back Home With My Pen 3/5/2013
Best Poem of sallam yassin

A Lonely Tree

At a road where the road off
where lonesome is a road
at mid of no where
A lonely tree is standing there
waiting no one but the dust
dust of the passing time
tarnishing the color of this tree
this lonely tree to gray
praying in this lonely place
for the passing van
A gray lonely van
for the lonely bird
staying for a while
when the nights come
and days go
the lonely tree; praying there
when the wars rage and peace,
walks shy
the lonely tree praying for the peace
no one is waiting there
but the lonely tree is waiting
the ...

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My Home Land

my home land somalind
where the land became redesh like a rose
where the sky is blue and deep like no where
and love is like my bread for my breakfast
test it take it and you need it more and more
but if you go and leave it far for some where
it is there in deep your mind deep your soul
it is where we came from and sure we will go for
it is my dad's and mother's home so we call home

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