Halsho Zangana

(27-Jan-1994 / Kurdistan - Sulaimani)

It Was Somewhere Under The Moonlight


It was somewhere under the moonlight,
where I could see those eyes full of rhyme.
Where I could rhythm those lips,
by a flow of love, by tender and a kiss.

Oh! God! How did we depart?
You were right in front of me...
as young as two yellow lemons among the grass.
Never thought that red sweetness could turn...
into a pain that knocks at my door.
I ignored the pain. Yes, ignored it...
but that burden ignored me no more!

Submitted: Thursday, August 08, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, August 28, 2013

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  • Payal Parande (8/8/2013 1:38:00 PM)

    It is something new i read. the words are pinned differently which gives unique rhythm to it. the emotions are well put..overall a well crafted piece...a great job sir (Report) Reply

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