The Days Of Love - Poem by Rasheed Alqahas
The wind blew, from east and west,
from south and north, form up and down.
The sky is black, no single light,
no single talk, this time, this dawn.
The fear had covered, your soul, your eyes,
don’t saw never, how love broke down.
The lawns were green, the flowers surround,
and your heart was hurt, when rope broke down.
The nest you built, through the years,
destroyed by robber, who stole the dreams.
The days of love, the lovely gardens,
the trees you plant, had cut and thrown.
How sad you are, how sad I am,
how bleed we are, in sandy storm.
My heart is broke, my minds explode,
and my dreams were sunk in Deeping torn.
My heart, my eyes, they are your home.
My lovely daughter won’t keep alone.
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