This poem written by a young Iraqi poet, Mr Ibraheem Saleem
Al Thaura Highschool, Baghdad, Iraq. 2015
I crossed the line
Holding your hands; feeling fine
You stepped back at ninety nine
Looking for a hidden shrine
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I walked on my way
Like a stranger; I went away
You think that's OK
But honestly, I wished to stay
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I might not realize it yet
That my road can't keep wait
you can't change your name a bit
Because you are the one who is late
This is my Path and that is your faith. So each of us could be ready for the next!
Ibraheem Saleem
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