The End

Moi

It was not your demand It was not mine either it was Time's demand that we end up like that .......cruel fate......... that I cry like that you beg for me like that..... .............So............ it is my last poem for you ....may be it's not no there's no hope left so I named it The End.

2018-07-05 13:05:06

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2018-07-05 15:23:42

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I saw a dream, and there were you, And there was coldness in your eyes. I wonder what a kind of true Made you become as cold as ice. And later I looked back to get a sense This empty glance was hellish call of past. It used to be a high and strong defense Against the world, the pain and me at last. You looked at me, and peering in your soul, I felt so lonely, as something vital died. And that is what I fear most of all - That nothing gentle will remain inside. Inside of you. Inside of me as well. And nothing will be said to farewell.

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وردةٌ قبِيحة

تُومِي.

و مَا الّذي يجعلُ مصطلحُ الوردة قبِيحة؟ -مَا الّذي تنتظرهُ من وردةٍ واجهت ريَاح عاتية ؛ وتُربة قَاحلة و بتلَاتٍ منهَا قَد ترَاخت أرضًا ، مَا الّذي ستصبحهُ برأيك؟

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