Death Of Love Poem by hazem al jaber

don`t search for me,
i still not die,
i will coming to you at a borse back..
horsemen...
to carve his letter in a fire..
and to remove the clouds from a cheek of the sky,

don`t search for me,
i`m not that a prophet,
and i was befor this day a poet,
carve a letter in a middle of sky,
don`t search for me, i am in a bliss
with a virgin sweetie lover,
who have a shining eyes,
and long sweetie nick,
and a long legs...
who to lives in a heart of desert
and ask for a wet love..
ask a love in a long for..

She pours the tunes the lights,
On lip of the shame,
having beautiful eyes
that a son comes to respect her, ,
so..
search for me in her,
in every morning,
and every evening..

she is a grass loves to live in hill with nothing, ,

don`t ask for me and say, , ,
die this evening..
die this evening