Treasure Island

MOHAMMAD SKATI


The Strange Thoughts Of Life


I love the silent's silence, I love the words that can not express themselves, I love to walk in the tunnel of darkness, I love to be by myself on a crossroad, I love to have a house on the top of a mountain, I love to be a pretty candle, I love to ride a passing cloud, I love to be always an immigrant to the unknown, I love to find someone to read my thoughts, I love to keep silent, I love to walk under the pretty rains without an umbrella, I love to go back to my childhood's pretty memories, I love to forgive myself, I love to talk to myself, I love to read my Capricorn, I love the white shirts, I love to swim, I love to drown in the blue eyes, I love to take care of myself, I love to be an eagle, I love to be inside a pretty grain of sand, I love to see the pretty Dubai one more time, I love to forgive everyone, I love to hear the pretty birds' chattering and singing, I love to hear the pretty echoing sound of the fallen pebbles, I love to be or not to be, I love to see the sun when it's rising and when it's setting, I love to read the written words on the MEDITERRANEAN SEA, I love to swim in a river, I love to read my thoughts, I love to buy a loaf of bread, I love to see a pretty smile on a refugee's face, I love to visit the pretty moon, I love to visit the forgotten graves of my relatives and my friends, I love to read what's going on in her mind, I love to know if my kids love me or not, I love to know if Raneem is doing well in her high school tests, I love to have a morning picnic on the pretty shore, I love to read my newest poems in a book, I love to know about tomorrow, I love to see the pretty drops of rain, I love to see Hyam's pretty kids'smiles, I love to see money in my empty pockets, I love to be in a sweet dream, I love to know the truth of myself, I love to know about my mother, I love to be nice with everyone, I love to see the pretty waves, I love to see the pretty spikes of grain in summertime, I love to find a thought in a stone, I love to smell the pretty flowers, I love to see the freedom's banner waving up in the skies, I love to see the people's pretty smiles back again, and I love to say all the pretty thoughts I have. I have endless words to say and utter with my thoughts. This is life. These are the pretty thoughts of life.

Submitted: Wednesday, June 12, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, June 12, 2013

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