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!
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