The Blue Scarf |
Pale, with the blue of high zeniths, shimmered over with silver, brocaded
In smooth, running patterns, a soft stuff, with dark knotted fringes, it lies there,
Warm from a woman's soft shoulders, and...
Posted by on Thu, 22 Feb 2007 08:35:00 GMT |
This Light... |
On lofty Beysitoun the lingering sun looks down on ceaseless labors, long begun: The mountain trembles to the echoing sound Of falling rocks, that from her sides rebound. Each day all respite, all rep...
Posted by on Thu, 15 Feb 2007 23:45:00 GMT |
My Way |
Grant me authority.My craft is to travel on the sea lightDo not amend my attention to others, but you,My head, brain and acumenShall be acquiescent to you. I pray to you.
I shall not desire depen...
Posted by on Thu, 15 Feb 2007 23:35:00 GMT |
Wife |
Since we married, our life journey sails smoothly step by step with out any barrier or trouble
We walk side by side as husband and wife We know the day when we started our life
Those roads were hard...
Posted by on Wed, 14 Feb 2007 23:55:00 GMT |
Mother Dearest |
It was a day of cutting sadness and endless sorrow. Outside, a grayish mist under a somber sky hid a street, Leading to a gentle home, whose door I peered through, To catch a glimpse of the turmoil co...
Posted by on Tue, 13 Feb 2007 19:59:00 GMT |
My Love |
My friend once told meLove is like a dreamStrewn rose petal pathwaysAnd sand soft as creamBlue green meadowsSprinkled with dewWhispering windsThat whisper How d'ya do's?Tall oaks with plain shadeBut e...
Posted by on Sun, 04 Feb 2007 00:04:00 GMT |
