Images Of Our Whole Life Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

I imagine those images I came by one day... I think about them Just to understand them very-well... I analyze every image Just to know its essence anytime... A lot of images come and go In my mind for many reasons... Images start with our birth and They end with our death... It's that distance that squeezes us To store as many images as we can... Our whole life consists of Many images, good or bad, anytime... Our whole life goes like a movie That starts from our births to our graves... Only images remain as A reminder of our whole life...