he promised me
to meet again
what was in his face
untold me in the shroud
many days he came
in my dreams
i asked him
why you ended your life
by leaning to a tree near the grave
he smiled at me softly
his last words
was from poet shelley
here lies a man who
wrote his life on water
(in memory of my friend noufal atholy)
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