Resistance Of Wheel Poem by Yousif Ibrahim Abubaker Abdalla

The stars of 12 o'clock at night shall be dear to you; you should carry forward a riddle shelter shining rainbows.

The soul luxuriates with impartial things, fading its tenderness on stocks and mud, tracing hours of coming breezy days.

The shadows of elated ashes above your shoulder with thirsty heat at length; I proclaimed you happy to see your papers.

That's detained gully maybe seen, both and indeclinable equally; intense, and frugal, apt for all affairs acceptance.

In license of hearts through rough and tough along the sides of the ramp, hilly lands more soft and distance.

In the beefy gregarious descent of life's despising all things into congruence; if false conclusions of the reasoning power occurrence.