The new tomb

A new tomb is on

the verge of completion

of drilling, who's dead?

Some remains of

the remains of victims

from the last battle,

lying there before

being burried.

But the new tomb

is finished who will

they burry today.

Many many victims

died together,

Their bones and blood

are all mixed together.

They were not jurists

or experienced politicans

or preachers,

or ascetics,

or great worshipers

They were citizens

random citizens

their pure blood

are now mixed.

But they only dug

one grave, one tomb
Who's the one,
that will rest in it?

When they were alive

The earth was tight under them

and on their living needs.

They used to share

the worry and stress

their minutes of joy

and years of sadness

Is it possible also

to share one grave now!

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I have nothing left,

but to sleep!

This is not my love

to sleep, and me being lazy.

But to recall your spirit

to rediscover your gentle soul

to see you, only you!

in my dreams

I wish right now, to be visited
by the king of Sleep,

order me to sleep,

See you in the dream

I will dream of you,

lying on the bed of happiness

Lying on the light and serenity.

I did not find that

is the way to in order
to satisfy my instinct

In order to create a better self-

of the spirit of childhood inside me.

Only to see you,

For renewing your photo

And restoration of the huge,

statue of you in my mind.

I would not hide

I try to look at you for

reshaping your look and features

as an intensive look of you

to let me live until tomorrow.

I devised many ways

to revive your picture's

remains in my memory.

That's why,
I rush in to sleep

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Here I am,

Getting ready to sleep

And the night did not redressed yet

Calmness shakes me now

Darkness in the place

And all the creations are slept

Well, I finished,

Getting my bed, ready for me

which has long complained about me

The time is not twelve yet

There is still plenty of time.

Then,why would

I hurry in to sleep?!

I do not know!

All I know is that,

I run away to sleep

To feel the calm

To hibernate,

To silence.

Whenever I miss you.

And,

perhaps hurry on,

to see you in my dreams.

In clothes full of snobbery,

love and happiness,

You walk with pride

Of charm

and attraction.

So,

I have nothing left,

but to sleep!

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We Launched groans

There,

behind the limits of reality

I lived with a nice Lover

In an abandoned palace,

near the graves.

In every corner of it,

We buried our memories

And with every window

We launched groans.

In the palace, after years

And the wound still bleeding

The smiles committed suicide

on the doorsteps.
The corridors now
dressed all black!

He left,

Silently with rain or wind

Left after bowing under

The rule of Fate!

Leaving behind

The flowering groves

Yearning to kill me

from suffering only

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To kiss and celebrate.

In their footsteps,

Let's walk with a wobble

We are accompanied by,

The stillness of the night

To deny our existence,

and celebrate.

We are,
in our love and kisses,

The new extremist lovers

We saw dispersion lived

Scattered between

The autumn of our days

I,
who go out of my

balcony every night

To watch the laughter

Of the lovers, while

Walking, kissing

in the parade!

Today
 we can enter into
the religion of lovers,

To rush with them in

their parade,
and celebrate

In their footsteps,

We'll walk with a wobble

to kiss and celebrate.

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