Ahmed Al-Asam writes: They left and left a photo

Sometimes silence is the hunter’s need …
In this morning full of pains full of love for them, the sailors of the village have left their lives and left, the fishing boats miss them alone, their voices lack a spontaneous touch, they turn to the sea and to the wave of laughter that they accompany the days, relieving their pains, letters written in golden water and an impression of sincerity, their light in the story of “and for him” And they left Yemen!
You too, Moi, / You didn’t take the sadness of the heart seriously / I left my cacophonic voice / Surely they don’t turn around / And their voices remain / Hear from afar / They hide even the shadows / Assuming their songs “a He’s going astray.
They left and left a picture …
They collect the desires that they pull out of the heart with “their share”, they mix sadness with a speech, then the snap and silence in their photos, there is hope, and in their features there are hopes in which there is a great value available to a company they were trying to build, and their journey was …
They stood before every window that looked on optimism, and were worthy of the light when sacrifice was a hope placed in family and society.
Somewhere between the lungs when their depths sank with desire and the chest shrunk for them, they went through it putting their fingers on the track, I knew them, and the timbre of their hearts in distress elevates the level of their determination, standing standing supported by stubbornness, insistence, they continue, remembering the dignified living, I miss their raised hands waving the victory over the times of fatigue Returning to the smiles and happiness of the family, then they became happy, the purity of the air, the wide shadow and the light that reflected their struggle and its fullness meet the bliss of themselves.
They left and left a picture …
With more pains a stump landed there one day with the sailors waiting for the calm of the sea to begin the journey, the long time was taken from them, circumstances stopped them and patience became their name.
“The patience of his sailors.” They took him by the arm, looked at the mast and decided to get off the boats.
“When the fisherman retires / His first love from the sea / He pulls the boat himself / He also brings with him the pleasant and friendly places / linked to time / the tracks / and the restaurant at dawn.”
They left and left a picture …
Show how happy they are in giving and selflessness. Unmatched competitiveness, and they have shown different friendliness in cooperating and accepting the opinion and other opinion of those who disagree with them until they come out with agreed results. Al-Bahr is a book they read, from his feelings they note the moments with which they shrink their chest Emergencies find more stable alternatives.
They left and left a picture …
The resistant, the hero, the brave, does not have an alternative version of the noble manners and the simplicity and humility of the patient.
“Stop here, sailors.
Their fingers push the water
to the lungs of time.