Mohammad Ahmad
01-25-2017, 08:54 AM
She can be a half of Heaven
No more a half of misery
To all hell breaks for husband
A half of elf too near perched
Up to the chest has to be enduring
Then she missed her fire
To engage into a bit of mercy
Not more into glassing a thick dust
Peering into a gulf of masked voice
Uttering to the surface blundering to all
Set fire up her emotions
To burn out all her masked dresses
No garden no wood unless sotted by a vulgar wine
Then the ascending smoke to mix with temperature for a while it goes hurting the skin
As if you were nakedly amid burnt wood
Then intensive harassment comes over
Hitting the souls and inside bowels
As a shaken window at stormy weather
No piece of a sailing material to go on
To go deep inside souls and enter
But to wait the winter
Perhaps it has good nights of causerie
And to keep on finger up finger
Hastily you would see the moon as a brother
As a big halo comes out of clouds
Tearing up the black cloud by face of summer
And that's the woman
Two faces joining between summer and winter
No more a half of misery
To all hell breaks for husband
A half of elf too near perched
Up to the chest has to be enduring
Then she missed her fire
To engage into a bit of mercy
Not more into glassing a thick dust
Peering into a gulf of masked voice
Uttering to the surface blundering to all
Set fire up her emotions
To burn out all her masked dresses
No garden no wood unless sotted by a vulgar wine
Then the ascending smoke to mix with temperature for a while it goes hurting the skin
As if you were nakedly amid burnt wood
Then intensive harassment comes over
Hitting the souls and inside bowels
As a shaken window at stormy weather
No piece of a sailing material to go on
To go deep inside souls and enter
But to wait the winter
Perhaps it has good nights of causerie
And to keep on finger up finger
Hastily you would see the moon as a brother
As a big halo comes out of clouds
Tearing up the black cloud by face of summer
And that's the woman
Two faces joining between summer and winter