miércoles, 2 de febrero de 2011

a tree in the sand

you are a rose in damascus,
my love
and a tree in lebanon;
a river to the east,
and sands to the south.

let me part your hair,
and i will kiss your eyes -
press my hand and i will kiss your lips.

but i find myself without hands,
my love
without your eyes, i have no lips;
and without your hand,
i have no hands.

near and far, somebody lives,
somebody lives in my heart:
a rose in damascus,
a tree in the sand.

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