الكاتب : Rita Alshoaibi   المشاهدات : 431   الردود : 0    ‏2006-07-16
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  1. Rita Alshoaibi

    Rita Alshoaibi مشرف سابق

    التسجيل :
    الإعجاب :
    Listen to the sound
    Of my mind’s mayhem
    While the monsters of my memories
    Stare at you, blankly.

    In your dark room,
    A refuge and prison at once,
    A sad, old dream went into
    Your hear until it blackened.

    There is God’s picture
    To pur your faith into
    And there is God’s existence
    To put your blame on.

    Those people call your name
    But they don’t know
    What lingers
    Behind the pale face of yours.
    They don’t see the vestiges
    Of sadness and loneliness.

    Listen to the sound
    Of quiet whispers.
    Leave the scars of time