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Sat 1 Oct, 2005 11:14 am
The guider said to her while yawning like he wasn’t ready for today’s tour:
” Haaah, is there any particular place you want to visit? She said while
looking around surprisingly: “ I didn’t choose to come here, it just
happened and I’m pretty satisfied about it”. He smiled and said:” like what
happened to lovers; one wishes to see his lass in his sleeping and it never
happens. A darling doesn’t come unless she wants to. This is so bad as
you can see”. She nodded and didn’t comment. Her eyes started to ponder
at the different scenes of the weird fantasia’s kingdom.
There was a drear looking fence, and her experiences taught her that
theses fences environ the distinguished worlds of specific writers. She saw
these fences around Shakespeare’s worlds and Disney’s. She knew that
many like these fences circle the worlds of Najeeb Mahfood, Yousif Idris,
Marquis, and others. These fences were built around the preferential
worlds so they won’t mix with the outer worlds, and to cast holiness, and
excellence on the author’s thoughts.
Well, my goodness, navigator. Look what I found. A lovely prose poem about fences. I love the way that you use the "fence" as an environ, honey. I was reminded of Frost's "Mending Wall."
That is an odd little piece of work...it leaves me speechless.
Hi Letty. Hi stuh. I'm back again, and sorry for being late in my reply.
Troubles again.
Thanks for the words, that's so sweet. Are you sure that you are
speaking about me here?!