Forget Me Not, Ajnabee! Poem by Sabah Ibka

Angelic face..beautifulas a butterfly.. soft as musical tones.. transparentlike truth.
you know what!
when i'm little; i was saying hito trees; flowers; birds on the sky;
i was greetingpeople i know and those i don't know.
The one and the only dream of mine is having wings to fly.

watching the snowy nights and supplicating God to not end up those moments,
I tried many times to draw my name over small water lakes, then i fell down when it soon disappears.
How the little me dared hurting you?
All my days wereever- sunrises that were not conjoined with sunsets,
full of smiles, of innocence, full of life.
I was dancing for no reason, i hardly got tired,
Pouring tears and dying of laughs because of nothing too.
Is this worth your injury?
But,
Life bowed my head and lowered my eyes;
They crashed my soul to not live or rise.
The nineteenth aged girl raisedher hopes upon your blinks'eye;
Your innocent dazzling eyes.
You took me away, where no one's there,
dark and empty from others, from you!
Looking here and around me, it rained pains,
I faced arrows were shoted from everywhere.
My heart bleeded an unseen memories, words...
I don't know what was it! it can't be uttered!
No one, you didn't save me,
you gave up on me.
The bubbly girl missed herself but never you,
She insulted but loved you.
I tried sending a message, but failed.
18/12/2019-Sétif