Mont Taba
A time we spent
Near your lower hills,
Your stones greeted us
And spoke to us of love,
Out of your rocks
We built a temple
To guard our union -
A child-like encounter
We never outgrew,
We played the game of innocence
On your chilled top,
Our embraced souls
Shrouded by your snowflakes,
Never shivered, never quivered,
Never wanted to part,
A game we thought we would
Never stop playing.
poem by Ibrahim Ibn Salma
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