It is strange that your country migrates from & not you migrate from it
It is strange to feel that you are strange
In the house that rise you up
It is strange that we are die and smile
It is strange to sleep and you are in pain
That is my condition since you go
It is strange that when I meet you
I couldn't see you
And when you leave
I beg the past gust to meet you
It is strange
What happened to me & what happened to you!
Why you are breathing in staid of me
& I also do the same!
Hold on your breathing and let me die
I am mere a pieces of a dead body
My love….
I'm calling you and the echo slaps me
My love….
Why did you leave me and I'm pregnant with love
I'm afraid from delivering an orphan love
Love with a silent heart beats
Please come back again
Since you go…
To my eyes;
There is no beauty in the night
Because the moon is absent
To my eyes
There is no beauty in the shinny day
Because I'm blind
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