I am a writer of poems and stories about people and life
You don't know yourselves. Run away. Don't think. Meaningless words on tongues. Go out into the streets and roads.
By ahmedibrahem3 months ago in Poets
The leaves are falling The trees are disappearing What should I do now? It is dreams pressing on my head What remains now?
I know you My love, every morning Your face Doesn't know sadness Life is beautiful Birds high in the trees
