Stop on the red light…
Few seconds make the city of your mind
Much more organized…
No smashed cars of thoughts…
No deadly accidents…
Safely you arrive to the peace of soul you try to find…
You can't see the beauty of others if you are blind…
You can't live by always doing struggles,
Try to stick to your real friends...to love them...
to their wonderful souls to truly bind…
Your trip is short
The road is a small airport
For you to fly to the park of your dreams
And not to the jail of ideas or to the life court…
Wael Karameh Karameh.
July 6,2009.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
as usual i missed the gentle passionated poem which you write...