The End Of The Story Poem by Mohammed AlBalushi

Bird singing on my window
Tortured voice shaking grief
I looked at it and it has leaned on my window
Racing breath
Ah it had died and gone
Shock
I walk heavy
Shaking
Holding it in the hands
Washed it by my tears
Shroud with trees paper
Suddenly another voice
Far away, moment it is anther bird
Intermittent breath
Sing in sorrow
Oh my soul mate
Tears fell
Accumulated clouds
darkness Great
And she died also
We were together and leave together
I am here standing and writing
The end of the story