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I Dream By Arif Khudairi

By Arif

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I dream Of the riverIn whichI swamIn delightWhen I was A little child.I dreamOf the skies,Blue and wide,Like the eyesOf my beloved.I dream Of the trees,Tall and proud,Like the gypsyPretty maidensDancing tenderly In the middleOf the night.I dreamOf the menOf my landWorking hardIn their fieldsAt dawn,And ofThe womenAt their side.I dreamOf the timeWhen I sitBy the riverOne more time,And writeMy poemsOf love,Of peace,And ofA better life. Written September 29th, 2001 © on Sep 29 2001 03:14 AM PST   10 • 0

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"I dream Of the riverIn whichI swamIn delightWhen I was A little child.I dreamOf the skies,Blue and wide,Like the eyesOf my beloved.I dream Of the trees,Tall and proud,Like the gypsyPretty maidensDancing tenderly In the middleOf the night.I dreamOf the menOf my landWorking hardIn their fieldsAt dawn,And ofThe womenAt their side.I dreamOf the timeWhen I sitBy the riverOne more time,And writeMy poemsOf love,Of peace,And ofA better life...."

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