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Sep 2014
The Sun Sets
And The Picture Of The
Bright Morning Sun
Is No Longer Visible
Not In Our Hearts
But In The Back Of Our Heads

The Sun Rises And
The Visual Of
The Black Sheet Of Night Sky
Is Long Gone
Away From Our Eyes
But Remains In Our Thoughts

You Leave My side
And The Picture
Of Your Face
Crawls Away From My Eyes

But The Picture Of Your Sweet Heart,
Funny Jokes, Caring Smile
Never Leaves My Thoughts
Nor Brain, Nor Heart ,Nor Soul !
The heart may be the greatest treasure box known to man-kind, it treasures something no other box can do which is thoughts and true feelings!
Neda Zeidieh
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Neda Zeidieh
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