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Save Me...
HAJ (21 may 1965 / kuwait)

Save Me...

save me...
piece of papers, empty pages..
blue ink, heart adorer..
and last, there behind the bars..
captured love..
but the question is? ? where this love is living? ?
is he living alone, , ? sure not..
sure he is living in a lover heart..
yearning which is covered him..
and a meeting which is feeded him..
he is as a kid, waiting for a holiday..
and wearing every thing new, ,
and sit down near a window, waiting a sun rise..
be hurry sun and rise...
its been so long for wait,
and for longing and sufferance..
hurry agian, its my day..
let your rays huy my feelings..
and your light play with gladness..
let me go out of my prison,
and break up my bars...

but don`t leave me..
and save me from this world..

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Comments (1)

Keep letting it out and you need no saving! First three lines express what many of us think, I reckon. Could I suggest a spell-check might be useful? When the pen billows on fast as it so shiningly does with you these things can go astray!