Mohammad Ahmad
03-03-2015, 02:56 PM
Patient but yet I am tolerant
As a bough reflexes the ray of autumn
Waiting winter perhaps early comes
As a martyr soul kept on a heaven
But none of these is helpful to see
When I moved suddenly out of balance
I saw my curtain taking the dusk colour
And my blood warmly run for down
Two glistering eyes run at an hour.
To see the sun-paths tracking my night
In that destiny I had been recovered
Once you live, your move just like a shadow
Once you die, your ears will move to a sewer
Purpled or greenish nothing I would like
My steamer will run over the vast marches
And there I would sing to my a new life.
As a bough reflexes the ray of autumn
Waiting winter perhaps early comes
As a martyr soul kept on a heaven
But none of these is helpful to see
When I moved suddenly out of balance
I saw my curtain taking the dusk colour
And my blood warmly run for down
Two glistering eyes run at an hour.
To see the sun-paths tracking my night
In that destiny I had been recovered
Once you live, your move just like a shadow
Once you die, your ears will move to a sewer
Purpled or greenish nothing I would like
My steamer will run over the vast marches
And there I would sing to my a new life.