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