Md Alzhrani Poet Narrative

Old Image

Old image

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One evening,
She was showing me her image.
It was very small and old.
Someday,
We met through Skype.
Also, she offered an old image.

2-
Another year, we met at hotel.
For memory,
She gifts me her picture.
same old image.

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For long time,
she was absent.
Suddenly,I lost her voice.

4-
In the evening, full of sadness.
Boldly..
I teared her image.
her old image.

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Dalia Shahein October 19, 2015 at 6:56 PM Omg! U carry alot of pain and sadness in u my friend ....if u need anything or someone to talk to you can talk to me my friend soup mail me if u want..... But nice poem though....I hope she loved u like u loved her and I hope she still loves u more even than u do ... Md Alzhrani October 20, 2015 at 4:47 AM Dear Dalia..... thank you for your sweet words. best wishes

John Fleming October 16, 2015 at 1:32 PM Your poems contain good amounts of originality, Mohammed. Try reading William Butler Yeats, W H Auden and Lord Byron poems. They contain a mixture of both mythical and romanticism...rather like your own. Best regards! :) john Md Alzhrani October 16, 2015 at 5:30 PM My friend JOHN, thank you for your advice. Best regards.