There… when the ash of time will cover our relation
Nothing except my poetry can offer me a real sedation…
When no place for words, no place for smiles
When our hearts are far one thousand miles…
Only the pen will be my friend
Bringing me back to a world of temptation…
There…when you break the shell of love
When the bodies travel, when the memories fade
The pain will be the witness of our great failure…
There…How can you still be for my life the dress and the tailor?
There…everything will be in black…
The sea, the boat and the dead sailor…
Wael Karameh
March 27,2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
poetry is your outlet....how you let go....very nice :)