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By Karim Kadiri
karim@naturalselling.biz

Articles:

Poems:

Band of brothers.

Bring it down low

Faiza

What’s the point of it all?

When you know there’s a child.

They call me radical

She gave me life

Si j’etais lui…

Son of a Bush

Gentle Giants

Funny...

From The Grave

No, Don't Play That Chord Again...

Dear Mrs Ambassador

Dear Life...

And What About?

And Then One Day...

When you know there's a child.

You are not your car !

 

Tears are falling from the sky as I tell my story to the angels

Flowers fade and gardens yellow for my pain

She gave me life, dressed me of love and brushed away my fears

She fed my flame so I can shine and be her son

 

Fly, fly little flock as you seek better weather

Tell her how I miss her hands and warm embrace

Tell her all is well and I’ll be there soon

And bring back her loving words and heavenly scent

 

I throw this stone into the ocean and pray that every ripple

Finds her well and echoes the love I harbor

I hope that every line can tell my story and ease her mind

She’s in my heart and in every tear that I shed

 

Talking to the wind as it’s heading down (to) where the sun is bright

Take my words to wherever she’s sad

Whisper softly into her ears how I long for her to be near

And blow into every horn a happy tune of deliverance

 

 

Written by Karim Kadiri 9/3/03

 

 
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