Wednesday, November 16, 2005
Surrender
Reflection of the trees.
Everything here is failing,
take this beauty, ravaged by an unspeakable pain.
edges of my soul wither and brown, dry.
turn in upon themselves.
A tree loosens its grip on its leaves. Cruel.
allows them to die so that it can live.
I am dying.
Stripped, nothing left but her, the essence;
bare and unprotected. Shivering.
Free, for all to see.
Winter sets in without hope for spring.
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7 comments:
salaam :D
cool poem! :)
if i understood that poem, i would have left a comment.
Umar, you DID leave a comment.
Amani, thank you :)
yes, i did.
congratulations on deciphering that.
lol that was smart umar.. i had to read it twice :o
more poems asmaa :D please
You need to contrast that poem with one about evergreen trees! :-)
keep up the good work. some day i will need you to make-up a poem for me.
keep it touch.
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