يعصف بي الحنين
لرائحة زمنٍ مضى
فأفتح صندوق ذكرياتي
و أُغمض عيناي
لأرى صورهم أمامي
تحاكيني
فأُدرك حينها
أنني
قد فقدتهم
و لم يبقى لي
سوى صورهم
-------------------------i like to answer it by my poem-------------------
This must be a slow death that i am traveling on
How to erase you from my memory and you're like the inscription on my grave
Even the angel of death when I told him to end my suffering
His answer was it is not time because you heart still live be her past
My love for you will not disappear as long as I m king of the words
and your queen in my kingdom of my poems
I live on our past
You can't leave me in this world behind you
I am a prisoner of the past
Only you can free me
hold my hand and take my soul
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This poem is my own original work
رد مع اقتباس
