Sightings Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

I see with my naked eyes Those pretty images of The Patos Orchard, The Rock of Suicide, My old school, The Fares' swimming-pool, My pretty college, My old house, My playmates, The blue sea-shore, My old attic, and All those images that come Through my eyes and My mind too... Many pictures come through My eyes just to remind me Of my whole life... Only memories remain in Our minds stored for ever... We all pass away, but Our memories remain to witness Of everything we came by one day... ____________________________________________________________________