If you should leave me,
where would you go.
To the arab courtyard,
where once you held my hand.
The fountains flowed,
the coolness of the shade.
If you should leave me,
where would you go.
where would you go.
To the arab courtyard,
where once you held my hand.
The fountains flowed,
the coolness of the shade.
If you should leave me,
where would you go.
If you should leave me,
where would you go.
To those corn fields,
with sapphire skies.
Where hand in hand,
we walked and cried.
If you should leave me,
where would you go.
If you should leave me,
where would you go.
To empty beaches
where once we sat
on fine white sand,
under palms so tall.
If you should leave me
where would you go.
If you should leave me,
where would you go.
To hot dry lands
in tiny street, or
market place,
with ‘tawlah’ game in hand.
If you should leave me,
where would you go.
If you should leave me,
where would you go.
To Paris or to Rome
will you remember,
friends or me.
and most of all your home.
If you should leave me,
where will you go.
If you should leave me……
@ Copyright 2006
‘tawlah’ is arabic for backgammon
A beautiful poem, it takes us to so many places through your lovely memories.
Thank you Sandrine for your lovely comments.
This is a really beautiful poem and story, thank you. Roland Jesop
Susie beautiful words, hang in there, we all need people, like you in our world luv Pip
Wonderful, a lot of history here, I think. Neil
A deep love, and feeling of tenderness, and inner strengh floods from your heart. from John
Thank you dear John, for your lovely comments and always your good wishes
Thank you neil, who is a wonderful
poet a compliment indeed.
Bless you dear Pip for your lovely comments