Like the lines of your hands
They came without alerts
Something's alone from a tree
Which gives no more fruits

We all are like that tree
Rootless and meaningless
That could give an answer
For your wonder your illness

Anything ain't floral
But the flesh of your heart
You will die by tomorrow,
It happens every day

It's a coquetry poetry
To keep a sacrifice
It's an ending lullaby
For our sweet giving up

Be aware the Oceans of Gold
They will lead you to

stand a cold embrace
To be holding your faith
That's what left behind
For the rest inside

Stand one more trance
To be dancing your dance
That will show the way
Of the strong and the brave
Upon this earth

Mohammed Hassan (Piracy In The Mediterranean)

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