Love wind


When the wind blew next to my window
It carries all the past remains with dust
Of the old love ruins
Oh !here we go again the same whistle
Wake all the sleeping seeds,
It s too early. The spring not yet,
Why now, why now?
What shall I call this wind?
Is it a curse from broken heart?
Or just one of my illusions are resuscitated
I cannot distinguish these remains
Which one belong to me?
All are mixed by my tears ,
Carries my memories ,
my last moments of love
Have a warm , gentle touch
as your words
Blowing fast and rough as your love
Swung between you and me
Insist to blow in my heart again
I cannot close my window
In front of your love wind




Poetry by Libyan Rose
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Written on 2010-09-20 at 20:41

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