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قلـــــم نشيـط
تاريخ التسجيل: 2008-02-24
المشاركات: 37
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i long for my mother's read
My other's coffe Her touch Childhood memories growup in me Day after day i must be worth my life At the hour of my death Worth the tears of my mother. And of i come back one day Take me as a veil to your eyelashes Cover my bones with the grass Blessed by your footsteps Bend us together With a lock of your hair With a thread that trails from the back of your dress i might become immortal Become a God If touch the depths of your heart. If i come back Use me as wood to feed your fire s the clothesline on the roof of house Without your blessing I am too weak to stand I am an old Give me back the star maps of childhood So that i Along with the swallows Can chart the path Back to your waiting nest. |
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