Mohammad Ahmad
01-28-2014, 12:06 PM
A vacant hamlet
Its residents decamped
To be just ruins and
Buried ashes normally fade
No firebrand
An old muddy stove yet it has brand
A melancholy desert never we had.
A time snubs its deformed hand
To withdraw with wind and sand
No sunny day remains and no orchard
Only the birds of prey still withstand
Forbidden is only allowed to those in demand
Its night becomes eternal intensely dark
No visitor could come, no one should ask
Hardly a humanbeing you could meet.
Only it could be trodden by elves' feet.
Yeaning souls often came to its splendid highland
Now no bird still eagerly to nest in this wasteland
To what destiny would I seek pleasure for instance?
A grim soul never would be spouted to entrance
Yet its valleys witness the pleasure of manhood
But the misery deprives its joyful green wood
Which plant could help to be birthwort?
No, its childbirth rarely it's a normal sort.
Its residents decamped
To be just ruins and
Buried ashes normally fade
No firebrand
An old muddy stove yet it has brand
A melancholy desert never we had.
A time snubs its deformed hand
To withdraw with wind and sand
No sunny day remains and no orchard
Only the birds of prey still withstand
Forbidden is only allowed to those in demand
Its night becomes eternal intensely dark
No visitor could come, no one should ask
Hardly a humanbeing you could meet.
Only it could be trodden by elves' feet.
Yeaning souls often came to its splendid highland
Now no bird still eagerly to nest in this wasteland
To what destiny would I seek pleasure for instance?
A grim soul never would be spouted to entrance
Yet its valleys witness the pleasure of manhood
But the misery deprives its joyful green wood
Which plant could help to be birthwort?
No, its childbirth rarely it's a normal sort.