Spit And Image

What are heavy? Sea-sand and sorrow;
What are brief? Today and tomorrow;
What are frail? Spring blossoms and youth;
What are deep? The ocean and truth.

Come to me in the silence of the night;In the speaking silence of a dream;
Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright;As sunlight on a stream
Come back in tears,

Memories,hope,love of finished years.

Dream how sweet,too sweet,too bitter sweet,
Whose wakening should have been in Paradise,
Where souls brimful of love abide and meet.

Thirsting longing eyes Watch the slow door
That opening,letting in, lets out no more.

Yet come to me in dreams, that I may live
My very life again though cold in death:
Come back to me in dreams, that I may give
Pulse for pulse, breath for breath:
Speak low, lean low.As long ago, my love, how long ago.


Aboud

A nurse practitioner who has dedicated his life to serving humanity. He is afriend, humanitarian, mentor and a listener struggling to make his mind and heart work together to make the best Impact in society. Aboud is widely recognized for his selflessness,straight forward speaking-style and love. He loves to write and inspire people.He has Always seen a better world for mankind.

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