Sunday, February 10, 2013

Poetry by Hamza

My life is in my hand
     but I can't understand!
     what will happen in the end?
The best or the worst?
     I'm sure I won't be lost.
     However, I don't agree with most!
Who say they're weak.
     No one is weak, because he's not sick.
All things are saved
     in my mind are conserved
     to be more aware
     say you have changed!
     and don't stay disappeared
     yes you're discovered
          by yourself............

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