Write...!
Write a poem and let the tears fall,
Turning fire to ashes...
A dream, reincarnated from a soul,
Appeared unto me...
Ravishing the visions of a dead love
Ripping, scattering me into space,
A spirit that yearns and suffers from a secretive pain.
From the adoration of the spirit, I reincarnate it.
A new soul, cherishing love, In spite of death!

Write...!
Write a poem and let the tears fall,
Turning fire to ashes.
Depart,
Leave this place where nothing remains
But bouts of tears from a long lost love,
That exposes the essence of eternal burning pain.
Depart,
Leave this place where nothing remains
But torment in the chaos of life's storms,
Where ruin is consuming you.
Depart,
Leave this place where nothing remains.
You have depleted your spirit in vain,
Chasing a dream, a pipe dream,
Going nowhere.

Forlorn, far from hopes,
I always dream to achieve...
worn out with the fever of veracity
Death is nearer than achieving the dream.
The tragedies and worries of life always,
Always steal our dreams.

Look! I have come out,
I have come out searching for life
But found nothing but death.
It has all been in vain!
The fact has no shape but the curse...
We live within its essence.
I depart, I depart with the sun.
No refuge but Heaven...
Joys fall upon sorrows
And life is filled with agonies and ecstasies.

When I die, inform my love I died on the streets,
In the city, searching for her...
Inform my friends, hunger and cold are infidels
Apart from them is the truth...
When you enshroud me, bury with me
All the verses I have written!
Then God will know I confess my sins and I fear nothing
For I have tasted all the colors of Hell.




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