Little Drean Poem by Harith Turki
Little Drean
In the dying hours
Of a desperate breath
A little dream is born
Of a cloudless night
Where stars shine shyly
Afraid of giving up their light
For the hiding moon;
Of a painless sleep
Where mine eyes
Rest from their usual craft,
Of aborting tears for
That little dream
A little dream is born Of a cloudless night Where stars shine shyly.. very fine expressions. desperate breath...... so many ideas and emotions in few words. thank you dear poet. tony
Thank you so much Tony Brahmin! I am really honoured with your words!
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I would like to translate this poem
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5/4/2024 12:08:03 PM # 1.0.0.1119
How great, strong, and nice words covered with a pure and sensitive feeling. We are proud of you prof.