Memories of the Olive Tree
Since Autumn has arrived on our front door,
Olive trees thicken, fighting against the fall, Subtle smiles, midday light has given,
Plucking the the ripe fruits, ever so tempting
Years passed, trees and fruits, all weaver and fade,
The moment my Lord has invited my love, into His presence,into His shade,
leaving me alone, watching this threadbare, this old, olive tree,
which I am leaving, turning for spring, to ripen and thicken, lavishly.
Beside the shade, I am reminiscing,
My love, in heaven, I would pick the fruits of this nice olive tree,
with you,
once again.
Shafiq Said
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