عمر باعقيل
21-12-2004, 07:19 PM
When you feel your life start leaking and your sole close to finishing, when you feel your breathes is limited and your heart combing in special term from fare.
When some looked at you feel change on you, at that moment you have feel you shocked from silent of love.
When the birds stop singing, when the flower afraid from her aroma.
When the earth hate her smell of sands.
At that moment you have to feel the tears is a part of life and the flower is grave of eye looks.
And the birds fly to after the sea, and the falcon are not flying on the sky any more, because the love id dead, and he dose not found a grave hug him and nothing to cover him from the cooling of the life how orbiting around him.
When some looked at you feel change on you, at that moment you have feel you shocked from silent of love.
When the birds stop singing, when the flower afraid from her aroma.
When the earth hate her smell of sands.
At that moment you have to feel the tears is a part of life and the flower is grave of eye looks.
And the birds fly to after the sea, and the falcon are not flying on the sky any more, because the love id dead, and he dose not found a grave hug him and nothing to cover him from the cooling of the life how orbiting around him.