The Weeping Day Poem by hosny Soliman
The Weeping Day
The weeping day
Smoky black wind blow with grief
Cover the sky, the dark everywhere, we can't see
All what we see are faked adornment and mirage
The real sights are not here
Somewhere it depend on our deeds
Unmindful mask we wear
Wake up unfold this mask
before it stuck on your face.
Thereafter it will be our weeping day.
No heart can see, only the pure one.
It's like a rainy day i have at this moment..tearful from sky and you made the day sound so beautiful..and the emotion you throw just another beautiful...a combination of beautifully broken piece..i simply like it very much...shed your tears day, let sun smile again on you :) _Unwritten Soul
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4/25/2024 12:45:00 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Friend, your poem really made me to weep! What a depth weeping has, it is no where less than the depth of ocean. Nice sentiments. Great write :)