The Beauty Of Lines

Look upon a view and fill your eyes,

 Till a view is filled with you and a singing voice is to rise...

You drop real lies to catch true beauties where what receives arrives....

Nothing lives and dies as all else never leaves nor arrives....

It is all but a wave that tries....

Crawls and flies....

It links yet divides,
Its is daring but hides,
Embracing all it touches as a wind with a voice that shines...

It has routes and leaves,
To itself it gives birth to die and then leaves....
It celebrates and grieves.... 
It has roots, routs, and leaves.

By Laith Aktham Qusus