Friday, March 9, 2012

When I was homeless




When I look at your eyes

I saw a wound , love and memories

We hugged and I asked

How have you been ? passion

Erupted from the depth

A waterfall blasted in our hearts

Our passion becomes a river

We lost our available times

We went away , we were homeless

We no longer know our age

Why we cry while

The shadow of approach is near?

I touched your wound

I saw it in your heart

I saw it in your eyes bleeding

It is difficult to see a wound

On Christmas

Your wound is getting larger

In my ribs

The wound blood is crying

My heart is bleeding tears

You lived in my blood

And I will never forget you

We had seasons of fun

We had seasons of sorrow

We had a river watering us

Purifying us

Did I forget you ?

You were the first love

You were my security

When I was homeless .

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