Treasure Island

Hamza Al Saieedy

(1994/7/28 / The-Qar \ iraq)

Iris


Rain me with love, then rise; my lady.
Rise me with misery, though show some pity.

Oh; my lady, your cosmos is calling my name.
since your off; my world hasn't been the same.

Lacked you; god knows, oh my devoted mistress
(Iris) , come and wake me with your loving kiss

Rarher live with infamy upon letting you go
Would I raud life? Though our life's hollow

Climb me with love, rise my poverty to you
sing your song, our time is no more due

Submitted: Monday, February 04, 2013
Edited: Monday, February 04, 2013

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