Our Souls Paths Poem by Sief Mahasneh

That was the partition of body that prepared to rejection
And its dance fascination which loaded with the blubbering
And the tremor of collision with clamor
And the affiliation of the others to their enemies
And the paleness of theirs shapes which sitting in the sight of evil, and replete of their death
That final Homeland, I see it filled with regret, Staring at the absence
Seeping along with the steps instinct, and the entity sin
and gaze at our souls paths.