A Battle Not So Common! ! !
When the battle is over,
by Wael Karameh
Tell me… so that I can restart my life from scratch…
A million year light is my heart far from my body
As if I am a deep cave for the ghosts to live…
You are squeezing me to the extreme
Even my breath, hardly you allow me to catch…
Time is the venom of the serpent of waiting
The street of my free hand is a small piece of paper
And a pen always wearing the dress of a green light…
Tomorrow is a full moon of hope
And the old love had just melted in my heart like soap! ! !