Like the lines of your hands <br />They came without alerts <br />Something's alone from a tree <br />Which gives no more fruits <br /> <br />We all are like that tree <br />Rootless and meaningless <br />That could give an answer <br />For your wonder your illness <br /> <br />Anything ain't floral <br />But the flesh of your heart <br />You will die by tomorrow, <br />It happens every day <br /> <br />It's a coquetry poetry <br />To keep a sacrifice <br />It's an ending lullaby <br />For our sweet giving up <br /> <br />Be aware the Oceans of Gold <br />They will lead you to <br /> <br />stand a cold embrace <br />To be holding your faith <br />That's what left behind <br />For the rest inside <br /> <br />Stand one more trance <br />To be dancing your dance <br />That will show the way <br />Of the strong and the brave <br />Upon this earth<br /><br />Mohammed Hassan (Piracy In The Mediterranean)<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/oceans-of-gold/
