Memory
Between your hands, .
The time stops!
And from your hands –
Birds flock fly,
In complete poem.
Some seek to the departure,
Others seek to assemble,
And, I spread my soul round it,
Neither it remains nor leaves,
How much, I ask the jasmine flowers? !
Does n't leave us and depart?
But we in lost and missed it,
We saw at the horizon,
Childhood shadow-
Proceed to it.
Basim Al Aoda 2008
Sometimes the mind plays tricks and memories play hide and seek.Very nice poem.I gave you ten.Keep writting.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well done Basim Al Aoda, You talk with Jasmine like Neruda for leave or depart. birds flock fly. Beautiful pictures and imagination (I spread my soul around it) and contradictions (remains nor leaves) , and with the hope (Childhood) to approach. I give you 9+. Keep working...improving the wording, enriching the language.Bravo Joseph Josephides Member of the International Society of Poets (ISP) Intern.Library of Poetry awarded