Sahar Sahar

Rookie - 27 Points (12-01-1981 / New York)

His Footsteps - Poem by Sahar Sahar

i feel coming to my door
my heartbeats
become audible
when silence takes over
my sensations
in the deep night
i know
do survive
out of realities
as i am born
for longing
and for loneliness
to suffer
does it matter?
for my fates
that wither
i am to hold my pains
with out stretched hands
i used to fear
such moments
when i was nevertheless
with hopes
with my aims
now nothing yields
but loneliness
my eyes
wait for
approaching my door...........................
i keepthe door
half opened
half lit
when i suppose
you are ever mine
my eyes shine
i feel you
in my my room
springs bloom
on my side
touching me
kissing me
and laughing
i see you
as an image
on walls
in half lighted
you take me
on some iceland
with dreamy world
of your and mine
there is our will
and our way
our life
we wanted to live
some day
when skies were blue
when we wrote
our names on trees
i want to show you
that our love is still
vibrant and with hue
with colours
with rainbows
and white clouds
with your promises
waiting you
your bride
with glows
with beauties
with shining eyes
and only your

Sahar Sahar

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 28, 2010

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