The familiarity of silence while in this head plays a poem, and in the background, no not the background, in the foreground plays a song that tells it like it is, silence, a beautiful garden, do you still want to see it if it looks everyday the same, yes, silence, hands bathing in the morning, hands you see and can't let go of, a song, a voice, love, and nothing else.
Welcome to My Lebanese Dream
When all is far, and all is empty, I set sail and dock on a familiar shore, somewhere in my imagination
1 Comments:
It is quite and peaceful at your blog compare to what is going on other pages.After checking a couple of them, I got scared even more,we are in bigger trouble than I ever thought.How we Lebanese managed to look so beautiful while we have all this ugliness hidden inside.
Anyways,hope u are well.
heba:)
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