The Weeping Day - Poem by hosny Soliman
The weeping day
Smoky black wind blow with grief
Cover the sky, the dark everywhere, we can't see
All what we see are faked adornment and mirage
The real sights are not here
Somewhere it depend on our deeds
Unmindful mask we wear
Wake up unfold this mask
before it stuck on your face.
Thereafter it will be our weeping day.
No heart can see, only the pure one.
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