The Heart Poem by ali habash

The Heart



The heart has filled with wastelands
And empty bottles, and homeland
gets farther from me everyday.

Friends vanish like slivers and Euphrates
stops echoing between the lines.
Not a bed comes to the heart.

The Heart
Monday, March 23, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: poetry
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