The sinking sun gives the cue
The ridge lines run
From mountain to mountain
On these lines
The pine trees stand still
Between the trees
A crescent moon drifts
Under the crescent moon
My hope hangs
When the moon is full
My hope shall float
Inspired by the culture and heritage of the Arab World and Turkey, written during a symposium on ICT and Education: International directions in research and application, 2pm to 3.30pm on 24 April 2007.
Tuesday, 24 April 2007
Under the Crescent Moon
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