Year Of The Sadness Poem by hazem al jaber

year of the sadness

In year of the sadness I bury my words


The flowers set out and not remains


some thing becomes sated for personal


Not remains any a star in a night


plays with my drop


and become love and no love


and run my love! !


Crazy straying is sleepless


He mourns to the night his drunks


To the love he talks


He talks my sufferance with the world


And slip still remember,


and how much my slips...


A pen became weary of slumbers


Between the lines and my word


In year I hid my page in


and return back to you as i promisd,


O nicest season in my narration


by: hazem02@yahoo.com