The Gate
By : Ali Taha Alnobani
Yesterday she invited me to see the moon in her garden
The wind tried to prevent me
Although I was sad, I walked under the rain
The gate was full of small doors and small cats were looking at me
Their shining eyes told me the tale of my baby
One night she was looking at the moon,
But a big cat with shining eyes got her dreams broken.
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Wednesday 6th March 2013 7:49 pm
DARK TOWER poem
THE DARK TOWER
On the barren northern moors
lies a dark lonely tower.
No one ever goes there,
not a bird sings or a rabbit jumps.
This is the place of loneliness
and of despair and foreboding.
The sky is a leaden grey and
the wind howls around the tower.
Long lost souls cry for release.
Some may be your friends of long ago
or some lo...
Saturday 10th September 2011 1:44 pm
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