Bags Of Cries

So, the winter is come...
and my curtains moved by its winds..
so, and while i am alone..
feel that i want to cry...
cry between your arms..
cry on my notebooks...


so, winter came, , ,
and all are disappear again....
even the birds..
it became without home, without no where...
and start bleeding my heart...
and my fingers too...
as it a rain from the sky...
as it rain inside me...
then, and by that moment...
felt that i need to cry...
on your lovely long hair..
felt that i am as a boat, ...
as a boat which lost in the ocean..
as an emigrant bird..
looking for a free hut..
and searching for itself about a free roof..
in a darkness night...

so, the winter is come...
and killed all what in the field..
and covered all the stars in the sky, with it badly robe..
brought to me the sadness from an evening cave..
came as a little pale, stranger child...
with a wet cheeks and dress...
and i opened the door to that lovely visitor..
and gave him a bed and the cover..
gave him all what he need..

where from came this sadness my friend..
and how he came to me..
carrying to me in his had..
a great pale rose..
carrying to me...
a bags full of tears and cries...

by hazem al jaber

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