Barren Tree
The rivers run with tears
As oceans bear the rain
Sailors sail through fears
With no promise of terrain
Only to dwell and reach this land
That moans with sorrow and grief
Only to hold on to a lonely hand
The way a tree holds its last leaf
Don’t praise the moments of joy
Because they hardly ever last
Summers are memories to enjoy
When the Autumns come too fast
Copyright © Abdullatif Kanafani | Year Posted 2016
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