الوسم: Bird

The harmony of his song still sings like a bird
The touch of his soul still in my hand
I looked to my hands and kissed them
Here! my love kissed my hands
I looked forward towards the horizon and
With the last breath to talk and
With the tears in my eye, I asked the birds about my love
But they lied to me and Said
He is in a beautiful land
Wishing you to be beside him
Calling you and hugging the breeze of your memory
Shedding tears and sobbing bitterly
He is there! Looking for save place to live with you
I would like to go and see
I want to see his face or even to hear his breath
I want to see the love poetry in his eyes
I want to hear his voice without lies
Birds! If you can talk to my love
I will be happy and live again
But if you not
You will see my tears like flooded rain
I will not eat! I will not breathe! I will die in pain
So go now and tell my love
If he cares, he will come
Birds cry quietly and sad become
They can see nothing but…..End that Begun
They see her face getting pale
And her color has gone
The last breeze touched her pretty face
And softly closed her eyes
She is gone
She left behind her tears, gloomy life and black
Two years later
He came back
He found nothing but lifeless land
He looked for his lover’s spirit
He searched with his lost mind
He called her name and hug the breeze of her memory
He shed hotly tears and sank in cry
The birds shuddered and suddenly fly
They heard a hard cry as if it is death scream
The weather was rainy, and there was a dead body
He was laying there….it was like dream
He died for her as she did for him