Oh ,Glowing Golden Head
summer sun yellow
peeking above the crest of snow
so fickle
long stalk reaching away
from the thing that brought you life
your cares
only yours and no one else..
Not even the others
who share your bed
gentle bow
like you deign to spaek
to the wind that turns your cheek..
Why is it ?
How can it be possible
that all i see of you
lives in me..
Tarek
2009
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