Strange Poem by Wael Karameh

When I meet with the angel of quietness in my room
I will ask him about the ashes of our memories together…
It is strange how your love is growing inside me
In spite of the distance and the entire crisis…
Everyday we think we know ourselves more
But we discover that it is only an illusion…
We are a river of feelings, a mountain of weakness
And love in our life is a trial to defeat depression…
We are strange, we are stupid lovers most of the time…
This is why we are called humans! ! !

Wael Karameh.
October 15,2008.