Some Old Verse of Me
Your eyes have slept my little town
And all the windows in every corner have been shut
And our roads led us all
To the Syrate , all alone
And people fall , like butterflies , into hell .. Silent
Or continue the way that garnished by the sorrow of years
Hopelessly
Copyright © Mohammed Abd-Elhay | Year Posted 2008
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