Wednesday, July 19, 2006

Mid-Summer Beirut Dream














The world turns red
And the wine tastes sour
Each night when i go to bed
I toss and turn hour after hour

I wonder why our blood flows like a river
Yet smells like a flower
I wonder why snakes shed
And look for something to devour

3 Comments:

Blogger bc-naw said...

love

5:14 AM  
Blogger marly-marlo said...

My heart is aching for you,
ya Lebnan...
I wish there's something I could do,
ya Lebnan...
I am so helpless,
my nights are restless,
ya Lebnan

12:25 AM  
Blogger yo4rker said...

Hi! Just want to say what a nice site. Bye, see you soon.
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12:40 PM  

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