The Expectation
In my doleful heart,
I wait it returns-
From along travel,
From the back of entity,
Upon the clouds,
It races the wind,
In order to break the impossible,
In this wounded native land,
O, expectation –
In my Home land –
Your arrival is to late,
To break the wall of inconceivable,
I search in a forest of sorrow,
About smile of security,
When do the expectation come?
And the peace come again?
Basim Al Aoda
October 2008
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