Breathing Nile, again!
That you try to break, my cold grey stones
Soothe, and laugh
To care my moans.
Your words do stand and watch me cry,
Put their hands on my tears now dry,
Nile, you flow deep down
As I row
There awake you’ll stay
To feed my day.
That your voice, now have equal-poised control
Here, my heart now wandered as a crowded soul
My eyes are blind
As I walk behind
My ears are deaf
Yet, I perceive my soul a brave
Nile, hoping that my letters will fall
Do you still wait outside my wall?
That you master my Holy Land
With your shinning hand
You brightly shine on your banks
To stealthily climb my mind’s ranks
Nile, now my feet are set
For an unknown date
To leave your pleasant farm
To die in another’s arm
To complete my image of pure regret.
3 comments:
Hi,
The posts ... hm, this is genuine, self-revelatory and nostalgic, yes :) Compliant with the others in the same lable. Waiting for the full circle.
Bbye
yes, even am waiting for the full circle ... but as knw even if there will b higher priorities, there will always be a scope of coming back, right ?
This scope will create Nile in every baby step that will b taken in future :)
Shy
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