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Najati Al Husseini
21th Oct, 2002
Copyright © Najati.net 2003
Alone
Quiet
and peaceful, no sound at all
I layer myself on bed
and look up the wall
I see nothing, but a
white plane willing to fall
I ask thy wall, why not
fall and make peace no more?
Wait for no answer,
peace… peace takes all.
Drifting away in a world
of alone
Flying with wind, where
gone I don’t know
Maybe to heaven, I doubt
that thought
Or perhaps not, lost in
space I just float.
To be continued…
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