He kissed his butterfly goodbye,
freed his swing hanging from
His grandfather’s old apple tree
And embraced the wind perfumed
with his grandmother’s lullaby
That was watching him
walking away
With a prayer on her trembling lips.
It’s a land where boys
Chase death not dreams,
It’s a land where roses
Are colored with crimson ink
not childish pencils.
Now and then an epic hero
Arises from the tormented heart of
A little Palestinian boy.
Written by arabian roses
a heroic emotional tale!
yes =) it is =) thank you for the amazing comment i looove it =) Soumya=)
beautiful ♥….and is the art yours also?
Thannk you for your nice words =) umm,art? Im afraid i haven’t understood ypour question =)
Sorry …I meant did you paint the picture.
No ,the painting is not mine =D but I wil find out whose painting is and tell you =)
It’s Karen Doyle’s painting =)
thank you so much. It is lovely!
Gorgeous poem. It is not childish, after all. 🙂
Subhan Zein
At last you said something =) about my poems =)Im so happy you loved it Subhan Zein,you made my day =)
anytime, many blessings and much love to you.. 🙂
Subhan Zein
Much love to you too Subhan Zein =)
Send my hi to your fiancee. Hope you guys live happily ever after. Barakallahu alaykuma.. 🙂
Thanks for your kind feeling Subhan Zein 😉
Beautiful words =))
Thannnk you lovely Rula=)
Really nice ….. Beautiful painting with meaningfull words …..
Thaaank you =) I’m glad you enjoyed reading it =)