The Sweet Past Poem by Vian Sabri

The years pass
The heart is still in pain
Under a pile of ash
Birds seek safety
Yearning for the homeland
And you are my homeland
Memories returned
As it is because of hope
Gave the life
It became a reality
Only a drop of love
Restored a sense of the past
Only a drop of love
Capable of mixing the present
with yesterday
With predictions of the future
....
Thin breeze
Rose and fragrant
Some words
It is all that concerns me
The meanings of happiness
....
When you say good morning
It's not only good morning
It is the recital of Beethoven
Per lovers in the world
It is the heart of Romeo Juliet
And a thirst of Khani,
Of Barzani for peace
Their prayers to die
For freedom
Is tenderness in
The heart of love story
Of Mami and Zain
It's the peep of birds
On the Zab River
.....
Love is all
Meanings are
Is the peace of God
It is the idol and creator
My heart is expected to
Ordained me over and over again
Every morning
I was waiting for morning
Every morning me and you
And sunlight
And love is still shinny