Over The Hard Rock Of Suicide - Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

They call it The Rock of Suicide Nominally Simply because the pretty people over there Never thought about committing suicide for any reason, Committing suicide, to these people, is banned And they never think about it, That Rock of Suicide Is located near the pretty Mediterranean Sea, When you're over there, You even forget yourself, Some people climb that high Rock of Suicide Just to be over there To look at that blue sea, People (The Latakians) look at that pretty rock wonderfully To see the pretty sea and to see all those who are around them, It's God's great Hand that made that rock For people to show His greatness in different forms, Reaching the pretty top of the Rock of Suicide over there Is like reaching the impossible easily, This is life around us, That is to love life while you're On top of a thing you don't like to take your life By your own hand anytime, Life is worthy to be lived greatly and wonderfully, so Over the pretty Rock of Suicide Feeling life is like feeling To live for ever and ever.

Topic(s) of this poem: love

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, July 29, 2014

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