sallam yassin

Bronze Star - 2,437 Points (05/06/1968 / Hargeisa, Somaliland)

sallam yassin Poems

401. The Moment Of Patient 6/5/2012
402. The Nature Appeals To Love You 2/13/2014
403. The New Year V The Old One 1/1/2013
404. The Precious Thing 10/6/2012
405. The Sin 2/20/2013
406. The True 2/4/2013
407. Thee Almighty Where The Leaf On Bow Is Me 10/25/2013
408. Theft Of Future 12/1/2012
409. They Are Free 8/28/2013
410. Tip For Tea 7/3/2013
411. To Be One Is True 6/14/2013
412. To Feed The Love 1/11/2013
413. To Ripen Her Fruit 7/11/2015
414. Togetter 7/22/2013
415. Tomorrow 8/10/2012
416. Treads Of Winter 11/4/2013
417. Trends Of Time 3/1/2014
418. Triple S 10/21/2014
419. Trojan Horse 5/9/2015
420. Twin Of My Soul 11/21/2012
421. Twins Of My Light 12/5/2014
422. Two 4/12/2013
423. Two Faces One Terror 11/20/2013
424. Two Wise Men 7/5/2012
425. U & Me (Enigma) 8/26/2012
426. U=destiny+haiku 7/6/2012
427. Ugly Face Of Ignorance 6/19/2013
428. Undressed Beauty 1/17/2014
429. Upstream 6/13/2013
430. Valentine Day 2/4/2013
431. Valetine Day Amour In Red 2/10/2013
432. Virtue To Be Man 7/20/2013
433. Visitor Of Night 7/18/2014
434. Walk Through My Heart 11/4/2013
435. Watching Politics On Tv/Political Cat In Our Political Bazaar 12/8/2012
436. Welcome Ramadan Welcome 6/24/2013
437. What When And Where? 1/17/2013
438. When A Woman Loves Man 8/13/2014
439. Where Heaven Meets Earth 11/30/2013
440. Who Knows 2/11/2014
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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