Barriers

Every day he was sitting as usual on the corner of the road, snorkeling in spontaneous thoughts and pondering every human being with anticipation as well, he knew all of the passersby and was calculating steps. Follow these steps, angelic attractive, and emotionally volatile beacon hell breaks his heart burst sweetly of love and longing and the sweetness of sweet nostalgia.

The dream to write a love poem in which the voice of poetry underscores the warm and is inspired by love and is taught by teaches scuba diving in the depths of love a woman did not taste the taste of paradise of lips, and disturb all the daughters of Eve.

Steps by playing melodies with torn wings of longing and dancing a dance of the angels, blooms from the effects of pace Rosebushes, envies tall palm trees cast surf over quiet neighborhood, kill the silence even the dead.

He loved in a time of terror, killing time for free, hiding all the pain that he was rotting in he did not have non-longing, and the tongue does not speak when the characters have moved forward saving a boy reads commending the children.

Bewilderment violates the throat and discloses mad sorrow dwelling in the depths, his fingers tremble and fall into the horizon while greets, and reading the face of more than rainbow colors, remaining dreams flirt with daydreams, and emotions of dawn in the next entity, leading to the absurd, under a sky of despair and marginalization, and thinness of the unknown to unknown.

Love takes a deep inspiration in the raging waves of the sea and the hurricane, and hopes one day to emerge from the depths of life.

In a moment of silence, only to hear a heartbeat and dew drops dancing over the flowers, hearing a voice of calling and calling... He does not usually receive the call...

Angelic voice whispering in his ears, lifted his head ...
Wipe his eyes, calling him the god of beauty, but is reluctant to lose its balance and sniffles in surprise, and held his tongue and forget the words! He hears the call and there was a moment of silence and calm before the lips.

The moon and even palms witness, she said: Why the silence, and how are you going, son of the neighborhood and the son of the neighbor?

Encouraged and rebounded from the dust of silence and pleasure washing his face, looking carefully for the eyelids and tongue, stammering, and out of cover voice quivering manhood, looking at the eyes and taking a deep breath and begins to speak:
“ Today you went back, not your habit is?” He said.
“You know my time,” she said, smiling and looking into his eyes with pleasure and she said... “Do we stay here until dawn?”
Then turned to the side of the street and looked at him with anticipation and confusion... Without an answer!

Almost his chest about to explode, hopes, and thought a little bit, amid all the thinking, among the storms of doubt and uncertainty and despair, happiness, sadness, and the rumors with sweetness of the unknown…

She sighed after a long word inspiration out a thin transparent spin... “I would like to drink tea” she said... They smiled swimming in a sea of imagination, and the world became so beautiful and golden rays of sun penetrated the shadows and they walked...

Boycotted by his imagination, saying, “I ve heard everything!”
In response, he shudders...”you ve heard everything?”

She smiled, and said, “Tell me about your dreams, yourself about the night and your day!”
He said: “I broke the walls.”

“I am in love and I m bigger than love, I am the poet, tears, uncertainty, and we are challenged at the time of ignorance, intolerance, and snitching, the time of slaughter of love that nations can be united and strong. These days sent to the judge and the executioner, they killed warmth in the winter and were denied water from the thirsty and prevented the river from the fish. Denied delicious longing and pain of love and ...”She interrupted and said: “Would you say philosophy and politics?”

He had responded by, “Who knows it, knows the dream, hope, and life... Yes, can be a poet, philosopher and thinker.”
“You and I and the world between your hands...” She said, smiling on her femininity and her lips trembled, and closed her eyes for a moment and felt as if they know from years.

She looked to the sky, and felt her strong presence, a genuine passion for the delicious embrace the unknown and despite the dust mask of the future. Sunset has brought down the curtain and the garden looking for birds’ nests.
She put her hand on her pink cheek, “it is time to go, and it is the sunset. I will go and stay with the dream, do not like the awakening of the pleasure meeting you.”

She grabbed his cold hand and increased hesitant silence... She sighed with sadness and confusion, and pulled her hand and proceeded to say goodbye.

“I feel the weight of the universe on my chest...” He said,
I hate the night which stole her, as the skies without stars and the river without water... And looked at fences…

Saif Ataya
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