Wednesday, April 25, 2007

On my Island


My eyes
And your shy smile
Some birds
Breeze
And eternity Which never meets the fate that rushes to close the door, and turns the clock.
I am not sure.
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2 comments:

Anonymous said...

So you were not sure on that island ?


Majd

April 26, 2007 at 7:41 AM
Akropoli said...

I am not sure if eternity is really there with me among the other aspects.

April 26, 2007 at 7:47 AM

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