Poor are not our first love
Not our dreams and hugs


Poor Our Herats ........( Part 2 ) By Aisha Razem

( Part 2 )
Poor are not our first love
Not our dreams and hugs
We hear their thirsty harsh voices
announcing their believing notes in us
Thus ........ ! yes!!!
We kiss their dry throats
Only to get their votes
While we sale
And inhale
In our golden boats!!!
Waving good bye for them
Watching them drowning
Not throwing any floats!

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The palm of our crimes
paves and paves!
the ways to throw them in waves
While our memory shaves
The remains of kindness
in our hazy memory tape !!!
The road of escape .....!
The road of the big rape
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Poetry by Aisha Razem
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Written on 2008-02-19 at 10:36

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