hosny Soliman

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The Weeping Day - Poem by hosny Soliman

The weeping day
Smoky black wind blow with grief
Cover the sky, the dark everywhere, we can't see
All what we see are faked adornment and mirage
The real sights are not here
Somewhere it depend on our deeds
Unmindful mask we wear
Wake up unfold this mask
before it stuck on your face.
Thereafter it will be our weeping day.
No heart can see, only the pure one.

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  • Rekha Mandagere (11/21/2011 8:13:00 AM)

    Friend, your poem really made me to weep! What a depth weeping has, it is no where less than the depth of ocean. Nice sentiments. Great write :) (Report)Reply

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  • Unwritten SoulUnwritten Soul (10/19/2011 11:09:00 AM)

    It's like a rainy day i have at this moment..tearful from sky and you made the day sound so beautiful..and the emotion you throw just another beautiful...a combination of beautifully broken piece..i simply like it very much...shed your tears day, let sun smile again on you :) _Unwritten Soul (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Poem Edited: Thursday, October 20, 2011


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