SNOOKER

I touch the sky,

higher than the clouds,

 

When my eye, hand and mind

play together,

when my energy gives life

to a shiny planet

which rolls, unleashed,

across a green silk sky

to set free its celestial mates

 

Oh, from above the clouds

the world seems so small!

 

In that geometrical realm,

I just forget all the stress,

all the pain inside me

and all the problems from outside

 

And I wonder whether,

perhaps,

that little ball

sets me free, as well,

by taking away all that

which would make me shatter

and turns it into a game

"Snooker"

         -Mohammad Mazarib

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