- We call my new poem: a Poem of Love in Free Verses - 1 Update
- Here is my new arab poem in english and in french - 1 Update
- Here is one of my new poems - 1 Update
| rami18 <coco@coco.com>: May 30 05:14PM -0400 Hello............. We call my new poem: a Poem of Love in Free Verses It's special in that i wrote it and i am addressing it to Liberty, like addressing it to the Statue of Liberty, but you can also read it as if i am addressing it to a women, or you can read it as i am addressing it to "Liberty". Here is my new arab poem in english and in french: Please read it carefully: https://sites.google.com/site/aminer68/my-poem Please read it listening at the same time at this beautiful music of Vangelis, to be more beautiful: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=55SVonv-sio Thank you, Amine Moulay Ramdane. Thank you, Amine Moulay Ramdane. |
| rami18 <coco@coco.com>: May 30 01:17PM -0400 Hello.. Here is my new arab poem in english and in french: Please read it carefully: https://sites.google.com/site/aminer68/my-poem Please read it listening at the same time at this beautiful music of Vangelis, to be more beautiful: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=55SVonv-sio Thank you, Amine Moulay Ramdane. |
| rami18 <coco@coco.com>: May 30 11:49AM -0400 Hello.... Here is one of my new arab poem that i have just wrote in english, please read it carefully: Tell the one with the pretty eyes of emerald Let all my love flames have lit for her And the days passed and her absence weighed me Tell her that my nights have run away Tell the one with the pretty eyes of emerald To the one whose love made me suffer To the one whose shadow no longer leaves me How can I forget her after all these days? Do not understand me well that he who has my disease of love Tell the one with the pretty eyes of emerald To the one whose love made me suffer I did not think you were going to forget me Life no longer has meaning away from you Approach yourself as my life embellishes Get close to my suffering Do not understand me well that he who has my disease of love But answer me my friends? What have we kept from this strange life? A moment of hope, an unfinished dream And shadows of our shadows parading On our mirrors broken by this miserly time O my solitude, go! Lend me all your wings! Just for one last time, for a last moment Before dawn and the decline of the stars That I may inebriate the depths of my soul And finally join her, my beloved star ... And then tell the one with the pretty eyes of emerald Let all my love flames have lit for her And the days passed and her absence weighed me Tell her that my nights have run away Tell the one with pretty eyes of emeralds To the one whose love made me suffer To the one whose shadow no longer leaves me How can I forget her after all these days? Do not understand me well that he who has my disease of love And then our thoughts that go astray To the seaside shores of the sea And our eyes on the horizon Under a blue sky and foreign And our wandering souls Worn by unknown waves Bringing Love, Joy and Glee A peaceful time that runs away ... Under our bare and innocent feet And thoughts that inhabit us Like shadows of our shadows Shadows intertwined forever. And then a very gentle wind Carrier of tender murmurs Who ruffle the hair and undresses Of all its miles and wonderful aromas And a beautiful sunset With plenty of golden lights Who caress the sky of our lives Who caress your face and your emerald eyes And my words like nightingales Who come to brighten your life Full of multicolored songs And nice sound waves Where love and hope Are the reflection of my mirror Poet that I am A Wandering Soul Braving Darkness And hecatombs In the shadow of my words Forming streams The sad as the desperate Seek to drink The light of my poetry Is a happiness Gushing from the bottom From my heart And my poetry A multicolored song Like sound waves Where sadness, love and hope Are the reflections of my mirror And then time ... The time of a walk The time of a meeting The time of a smile The time of a sweetness The time of happiness The time of a poetry The time to disappear into oblivion ... It's life... Thank you, Amine Moulay Ramdane. |
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