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10/12/2012 8:36:22 AM

Omneya Kamal
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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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