Crystal thoughts longing to preach
the empty book of his
butterfly life.
Pursed lips waiting to utter
the symphonies of his
dancing words.
He dreams at night of coconut lands
& deserts' sun shines.
He knows not what hatred is
or how It's like to hold grudges.
He’s a flower doomed to die
before it blooms.
He’s a whisper muffled in the throats
of those who couldn’t mummer
his pleas
He's sleepless
He’s Iraqi
He’s a child
forced to search
his country
for a life in
Despair
(C) Noor 1/1/2009















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