hazem al jaber

Rookie - 31 Points (21 may 1965 / kuwait)

My Problem - Poem by hazem al jaber

My problem
When you set out
You carry every thing with you
You carry the perfume any where
The morning glories which I light it measure an evening
and a sun and every star saw you,
and i become alone
I complain about a wound in my chest
and saddles.
The saddles are when
She wa the path which I make it walk
you was a gravel down In the way
you was with me where I play
and was every where i be
and became tired and appeared by the night slumbers
and was my dona evry thing sweet
so you are every thing
and any thing! !
You know?
That is my problem
That you don`t know! ! ?

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, September 8, 2005

Poem Edited: Friday, May 21, 2010

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