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ahmed khaled Poems
come to me, christ.. walking together.. on the rivers of sky.. on the light wings..
/ Lost In Words /
the sea was dust, the dust was sea, and both were sky no one there
2012 To Infinity THANK YOU Poemhunter
poemhunter...... merciful father...... i beg you alot...... by the names of all saints and lovers......
strings of freedom
walk with me.. you and me, not separate our poem is totality and our poetry,
Be A Dream
tell the wave... not to burn tell the fire... not to wet
Paris And Ahmed, Ignition Philosophy
PariS, Have'nt you known, darling.. That things in you ignite, To let the me in poetry..
A Green Poem In Jerusalem
in the beginning.. it was a colour, a colour decided to be a poem and it was.
Hemingway's Bizarre Dream: The Oldman An...
..no longer, the fog.. could see the man because, another fog.. made of man..
////40 years under the rain////
40 years under the rain and still the desert.... lives in my clothes. <><><><><><><><><>
didn't you know...... love is made of iron...... didn't you know...... heart is made of glass......
it left all light behind came alone to see me at moments, exiled out of time raining old faces,
no perhaps philosophy
perhaps.. when i sing.. i don't sing when i dance..
// Snow Night Freedom //
go too far takers verily the sun you came to take turned to a snow ball very little snow ball
//// alone in the wind ////
behind the wall the no windows wall, the doorless wall 4 women in hands of wind
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come to me, christ..
on the rivers of sky..
on the light wings..
of loving angels..
on the compassionate wind..
dancing around hearts warmth..
on the peace, holding the sun..
to give all that beautiful..
and gracious light..
on the colours of those hearts..
willingly chose to be horizons..
at the very moments..
of their sincere love..
on the sacred light..
that sun and stars..
have never known..
on the sound of swallows..
when they're humble..
the scent of saint mary..
mixed with ...