after the leave...
we got tired...
and then we will get our rest...
and put our baggages in-front us...
then we will open our baggage...
our memories will fly, from that baggage...
what still...
only our hurting...
in that corner..
which all refused to be in that corner...
and still also the pain...
to play its last melody...
and the hope will try to wake up from his shocks...
then the love will try to refuse the leave, ,
and we will hear, from here and there..
a cry and a yell...
but...
we will continue on our leave...
and we decided to continue our trip...
which we don`t know, to where...
we will try to sing..
and then we became, silent...
we will whisper to each other...
and again a silence covered us..
in spite of that, ...
we will live...
that it is a life...
it has in every thing, things...
if we still here, we have a life..
and if we left, we have a life too...
but...
sweetheart...
we will meet, ..
be sure, that one day we will meet...
by: hazem02@yahoo.com
By hazem02
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi i like your poem