Treasure Island

sallam yassin

(05/06/1968 / Hargeisa, Somaliland)

Illision kiss


In a market
As this world
Of slave traders
Barely they can sell
Only your flesh
Merely save your soul for god
No; pleasure with whores
Not making any your thirst pass
But some then mourn illusion kiss
Where; every hope then in dust
Let then sell them
The flesh
And save your soul for god

Submitted: Monday, November 11, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, November 12, 2013

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  • Aftab Alam Khursheed (11/13/2013 8:07:00 AM)

    realm of thought fancied, selfishness that leads unto destruction
    No; pleasure with whores
    Not making any your thirst pass
    But some then mourn illusion kiss
    Where; every hope then in dust.....beautifully wreathed the words a message garland unto the humankind and minds (Report) Reply

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