She Is My Cendrella. Poem by khaled Elbalishy

For my reality, I want to escape,
I want to be a bird and tape.
I see lovely girl in the park,
It is sunshine, not dark.
I see a lovely girl while flying,
She is a Cendrella.May be I am a king
I want to land to see her lovely red check.
She has a bunch of flower I want to pick.
She dresses beautifully,
I say goodmorning faithfully.
She doesn't reply
So, I want to fly.
Thank God I am a bird.
I say good morning for the third.
She doesn't respond,
I fly over the pond,
Oh She deepens my wound.
What can I do?
Her love can glow.
Oh! She gives me smile,
I agitate and fly for a mile,
I turn over again but she may disappear.
No, no.She can appear,
Don't run away, you are my dear.
She stands beside a branche,
I stand on her shoulder and touch.
Please! Don't leave,
Please! Don't wave.
Goodbye goodbye
Oh don't leave I want to cry.