Journey
Words never ending may come from the air, it's the poets job to place them with care, into ryhme or into reason, flowing together like each new season. The pen stroke a chance to tell a tale,many will succeed, others will fail. Ink a force to make people cry, or a set of wingsto help them fly. So every poem is a quest of mind, all seeking the answer to find. Poets are just brands in the flame, each of us seekinga piece of history to claim.
Tarek Nassif
2006
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