Treasure Island

Fatima Nusairat

(Jordan)

Why..? !


Why you are leaving..? !
I still keep your wooden chair,
I still adjust the clock on your pulse..!
And, I still listening to the talk of dew
Which is above the cheek of the rose
That you gave me..!
,
Why you are leaving? !
The window that overlooking over..
The front of the mountain..
Sink into tears;
Such as a flash melt..
On the Eyelids of the moon..
While the door sill..
Will listen to your footsteps..!
,
O death..
What did you leave to me..? !
The tears dried,
And..
The road became naked..!

Submitted: Friday, June 14, 2013
Edited: Friday, June 14, 2013
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