A Word

Written by: Ali Taha Alnobani

© 2011 by Ali Taha Alnobani

With my words

I'm flying now

Catching the theme of the sky

That is scared of the great hijack

Which takes meanings of love

And rolling along the past

That sometimes covers life with blue

And other times with black

When my ideas became so silly

And my memory went back

Those whom I lost were there

Near the indistinct rugged cloud

Laughing with heaven

Crying with Earth

And suffering from lack

Here, alone I can see

Small things with no feelings

Touching the edge of the sag

She travelled with sadness

On her nag

My heart became a word

Just a word written on a rag

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