MOHAMMAD SKATI


A Dream In A Pretty World


The pretty world Around us and in us Is like a flashy dream, When we grasp it, It flies away like a passing cloud. It's the dream that lives in us And we don't live in it because It does not stay. It's a difficult dream that Flips from between your hands. It's a tricky dream that You live it for long time, then It goes suddenly in a moment. It's a moment that goes quickly In a huge trip in one's life. It's our pretty dream that we Live it for a short period of time. This is our pretty life Summed up in one pretty moment That vanishes suddenly. The whole life is like a pretty Dream that is a moment that Goes away quickly though we feel it Like a long trip in our life.

Submitted: Sunday, June 09, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, July 31, 2013

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