Treasure Island

Ali Sabry

(11/8/1988 / Iraq - Baghdad / Kurdish From Kurdistan Region Of Iraq)

- - -An Orphan Saw A Flower With Golden Hair- - -


An orphan saw a flower with golden hair

The sun shined her and lighted her in fully fair

Eyes refused to blink

Heart started to bet fast

Body was shaking

Blood denied to circle

Greenish became the Favorite chosen season

This will stay inside of orphan because he has reason

Blocked also controlled the anger for long journey

Tasted the hand made in added different recipe

Replaced blindly with inappropriate chosen

Sadly accepted realized his life has frozen

Submitted: Sunday, September 22, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 23, 2013

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