Colors Reflection

By: Ali Taha Alnobani

© 2011 by Ali Taha Alnobani

As usual, she went to her large tree

 Now, she has something to share

Dusty horizon over her grey hair

Foggy mountains gazing at her wrinkled face

Colors reflection on her eyes

Things flying with no base

Collecting stories is very sad

Especially if you barely remember

that you have one try!

And if details are mixed with pace

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She can touch her old dreams

Flying there like Autumn's  leaves

- hey lovely nature

You can renew yourself every year

Please give me a chance for a new start

To taste love and art

To meditate on colors' horizon

And to learn how to engrave my vision on hard rocks

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That evening, she went away muttering to herself

Every day, I feel  her through the dusk

And with the swish of the trees

wondering around all the world

and all the seas

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