Miss under stood or misunderstood?
Would wood burn to return as ashes dust and seeds tend to have needs...
Or tend to tend and attend,
As waves that break then heal and mend,
Into vacuums that reverse to amend,
Receivers and senders are sent,
Reasons are purposes sourced to be destinations distant...
And truth is really meant,
At dots of nets glowing to shine where right free just thoughts are felt and feelings are thought ,
We all are paths for paths, Tomorrow came and went...
A present gifted beyond flesh sophisticated rent...
Breath is air and God is care.

By
Laith Aktham Qusus

Blood and bones afloat onto lakes and stones,
Shan't mean value yet that is value...
Here you hear,

Let your music play now and away,
It or you may one day have had a silent something to say,
Payments themselves receive leave and pay!

Yet how warm the cold can be,
When sound memories are what heartbeats may see,
A truth reshaping reality till it is free of even being free,
Solidly aware with care even of not being...
As a picture of waves, graves and every tree,

Noble is a flame fatherly speaking to eyes,
A motherly Rain bigger than size,
And all that all will eventually realize!

Yours till then,
By: Laith Aktham Qusus
Mob: 962/0778074397

Inside

An amazing story,
Beyond defeat beyond glory,
Of homes built with ****** sweaty teary bones,
Of hearts carved by elastic days to pose in graves as stones!
A dance more Fancy than beliefs knowledge and chance,
Behind those walls truth did glance...
A lady dressed with eyes around,
Sang her sound,
He was a man filled with her covering warmth, never lost nor found,
Her eyes held heat as well, and by stillness he was bound...
The sky was tomorrow fallen onto her ground,
My words may stare into the Windows of your soul,
As I am a today that may proudly fall,
As words say who said them and winds of winters call,
We obey a day as it hears what we speak,
We are it at a peek,
So take a peak,
We fade to be roads as roads emerge to pass though,
And so a breath new is nothing new,
The story above started before love,
And will end after I end?

By: Laith Aktham Qusus