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omneyahesham
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10/12/2012 8:36:22 AM
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A River Flows
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A river in an African deep jungle, They saw you and me as foreigners when we decided to throw our selves beneath the waters with our clothes on. We let our waves of thoughts get us wet, and spoke the truth to each other without words. We smiled and shed some tears, we held each other, and never touched the ground. We dived in to the warmth, and touched transparency…. They always lived here and never noticed that dreams are found within their reach. The river runs, Its warmth is infinite, and yet for them its cold and still. We had a dream, and they had none. Our dream is true and who should know if they would see, our dream as theirs, or just one day create their own, and see the way there river flows…
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