I am playing with the
on the brittle border
of reality and the fantasy
deceptive mirages are tantalizing,
promising unparalleled emotions,
it provide with uncommonness
a impressions
never-never land full of you
and the smell of forest
is carrying echoes of days in whom
we remained passing
I still remember the taste
of those fruits of the forest
and the softness of moss
walk here, where are singing
our memories
with the lightness of mornings
and warmth nights, full of stars.
perheps we will find scraps pasts...
no one can forgot a happiness which had, ., , any sweet memories will last forever however we still have that sense which touchs our hears.. another stunning one penned through a warm heart.. thank you.. hazem al..
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I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful and romantic. I like it very much. :)