Like the lines of your hands
They came without alerts
Something's alone from a tree
Which gives no more fruits
We all are like that tree
Rootless and meaningless
That could give an answer
For your wonder your illness
Anything ain't floral
But the flesh of your heart
You will die by tomorrow,
It happens every day
It's a coquetry poetry
To keep a sacrifice
It's an ending lullaby
For our sweet giving up
Be aware the Oceans of Gold
They will lead you to
stand a cold embrace
To be holding your faith
That's what left behind
For the rest inside
Stand one more trance
To be dancing your dance
That will show the way
Of the strong and the brave
Upon this earth
Mohammed Hassan (Piracy In The Mediterranean)
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/oceans-of-gold/
