We... we are still alive... breathe the morning sun, do not walk away from the heat of afternoon. Every day we say goodbye to the moment of sunset and wait for the nightly pretty pictures !!!
We... we are still alive... quickly drink morning coffee we have no time for lunch... Many Affairs have stolen friends from us, others have driven away our beloved ones
We still have yellow hope !! Moon still has two faces: Known face is overlooking the sun And the hidden one is waiting us !!!
We still yearn for a beautiful word, a thin smile, hiss affectionate, and crazy groans
This poem is translation from my poem in Arabic of same title: Yellow Hope