Friday, 25 April 2008

My First Poem











Black butterflies, yellow grass,
Wooden blocks gathering with class,
Shadows of trees performing mass,

White sky full of dust,
A golden carpet stricken by rust,

Green land covered with weeds,
Many trees playing with seeds,

We give values and they give not,
Things start over to be seen as lot,
The end is always an infinite dot!

4 comments:

the.thinker said...

very nice .. tslm eydch :)
awal poem oo chthy ma shaa allah

y36eech al 3afia =)

Deema said...

The Thinker:

Thanks, alla e3afeek :)

..::Amu::.. said...

mmm nice...ahem ahem :P

Deema said...

..::amu::..

thank you whatever the "ahem ahem" means !

:)