Insomnia
Insomnia
When i dream, i become so high,
white as the clouds,
happy as the children.
The beautiful dream is you.
The hidden picture that makes me happy,
and in a while , you annoys my sleep.
I love my lonelyness in you.
Iam the incoming finished flower.
Iam the memory which bites,
and vanish.
Tarek Nassif
2004
When i dream, i become so high,
white as the clouds,
happy as the children.
The beautiful dream is you.
The hidden picture that makes me happy,
and in a while , you annoys my sleep.
I love my lonelyness in you.
Iam the incoming finished flower.
Iam the memory which bites,
and vanish.
Tarek Nassif
2004
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