My Reader Poem by omar soliman

after a few minutes the morning will come on,
so..
open the window of dream
and look to the surf of spring, garden,
the lugging when walk like dingies to talk the call of seller waygoing and children of schools
you are these
all these
the trip of sun is picture to the trip shadow
you are your shadow!
go out to breath your self at the sky.
heel with the words like flower and then listen to the echo...
you will show it in your voice coming on inalterability..
to you..
forever...

Omar soliman