Places..but all the places miss u
and the eyes which ur shadow
drawn within it and my
Nostalgia which run from my soul
And comes to you
Not only me…and you my baby
Places but all the places miss you
Every thing around me
Makes me remember a thing
Even my voice my smile
Some thing bad on them
If the world disappear
You'll never disappear
Look at me ……
Oh how patient I am
There was a creative twist at the end which demonstrates an extra talent is possessed by the Syrian Beautiful Angel. GW62
This poem is truly wonderful and has a very special touch to it as it seems it was written with sincerity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice, beautifull words and deep...