This is the sky swinging on earth
Although it's my theme in whole
Asking all my tears to fall
While the dried trees weep the soil
This is not my painting
This is not my paintingBy : Aisha Razem
This is the sky swinging on earth
Although it's my theme in whole
Asking all my tears to fall
While the dried trees weep the soil
So when you left me dropping my tears alone
And you did not even throw any flower
And migrated in the highest mountains
I was searching your face all over the dawn
The sunny mornings...... by the Google
By the phone
By the internet that was grown
Around my smiles that was drawn
On your palms shining the darkness
So this is not my painting
This is my soul filling the earth by waves
Racing the boats and ships
To reach your hands close to mine
When you sailed away and your songs
Gave me the sadness tone!!!!
Poetry by Aisha Khawaja Razem
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Written on 2015-11-20 at 14:49
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