Monday, January 20, 2020

koulou shaklen



Does she feel lonely without him
Or is every muse temporary?
من نفس الجنس بل عجينة أخرى
As he inhales one more breath
قبل ان يفكر بمستقبل أفضل وأنسب
She imagines

It is all that remains
من الأيام والسنين التي مضت
And will never come back
بأي شكل
Only desired shackles
That hinder our human
Growth



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