for my pian

The day was absent
Istopped I look at the moon
On chest of the sky
A question swallows up me
he says : why
The day was absent
in the middle of the sky
My tear dismounted
He made me cry

I ask a star?
If only that she watches you
as what that I watch you
She feels that I see you

But he replaced his fogs she fills his look
O you miserable padlock
separated my limitation .. liberated me


Until when // the staying // a prophet // for my pian
Until when
the bewails Withered characters
!!.. An old flute he plays them ..
Between the herbs they were increasing from.. the thirs
In pitch-dark night let me appear in her.. Like broken saddler
He reports a stories of an old hut
A nest of a wetted bird
A frame A cobweb is on him
He relates the story of the outsiders
she made him cry
The day was absent
he stopped look at the moon

no one ???????????

But he replaced his fogs she fills his look
O you miserable padlock
separated my limitation .. liberated me

أنا مو كتير شاطرة بالإنجليزي مشان هيك برد عليك بالعربي ^^

خاطرتك أروع من رائعة .. و تستحق القرائة ..

بس يا ريت تحاول بالعربي ^^

تحياتي لك ... مجنونة الروك

::جيد:: ::جيد:: ::جيد::


::جيد::



Thank You



[Shadow]أوراق الـــــــــــورد[/Shadow]

كلمات ولا اروع
جداً مذهله وممتعه وتسلم ::جيد::

Salaam,

I guess that you did very well in writing such a poem. This poem manifests your great ability of depicting and picturing the scene. Moreover, it shows that we have a future poet who will furnish us sooner or later with a number of literary masterpieces.

Personally, I am so impressed by your poem. I really like it, so please keep posting your poems here and never give up. I am so eager to read more and more for you.

Please accept my best regards.

Faithfully

Mohammad the Young Man

hmm


what should i say



its beautiful

u picked up words very nicely


and u managed the rhymes very well

its a beautiful poem


am looking forward to read another poem for u


best wishes


Asmarino

thanks every one >>