Osama Aldeyasty Poems

She asked me to write her a letter, maybe by this she'll know me better. But the point is, that I always miss, her name, her face and every place we've been there together. It's strange, how we started this? How two free souls become tied together?

She asked me to write her a letter, maybe by this I'll remember her better. But the point is, that I'll never forget anything about her...never. She's always there with me... forever.
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The way she makes me feel,
To feel again the beats; to feel the love so real.

The way she looks at me,
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Her marble heart fails to sail,
Always stands on a lonely ground.
It cannot receive my eyes' mail;
All its beats have a muffled sound.
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A black round table, with glass in the middle.
He used it to eat or write or even to solve a riddle.
A five-year boy, so young and happy inside.
A very beautiful lady, sitting by his side.
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Me and you, hand in hand,
Walking together in the morning dew.
Two love birds in a peaceful land,
I whispered softly: 'I love you.'
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Lonesome? Yes, I am. Lonely? Yes, It's me.
But I won't sit in the dark; I'll be what I want to be.
Tomorrow, I'll go out and look at the sun, smile and run.
Tonight, I won't cry in bed. No, I'll rise and stand in pride.
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She left in peace with grace,
Yearning for love; searching for his face.
She left in peace, with tears flowing from a lonely gaze,
And death was her secret wish; her sacred place.
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You are the best dream I have ever dreamed.
The best destiny I have ever claimed.
The best name I have ever whispered.
The best heart I have ever captured.
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Daydreams are wishes dreamt to please,
Your heart and mind, no one can cease.
A ray of sunshine into your day,
A gust of wind to sail away.
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The smoke came from the burning trees as we marched ahead.
Victorious we marched though tired and cold, the mud was all around.
Me and him with her were walking, but she knew what we intend.
Suddenly, he stopped. She knelt on her knees; eyes both were closed.
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