Innocence - Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI
I used to climb the high rocks anywhere, I used to climb the the old school's walls, I used to climb the oranges' trees at the dentist's house, I used to climb all mulberry's trees at my dad's aunt's house, I used to climb the rock of suicide, I had the vitality and the energy to climb anything high, but Now I only climb my pretty poems.... My poems are higher than the higher waves or the higher mountains Because I keep climbing till the end.
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