
When every human being died
And left you alone with a humiliated heart
You grieved for yourself with tears of the eyelids
There is no use in changing the meanings
Oh my wounded heart, extend a helping hand to me
I don't need you, O sorrows
For you are the one who explodes the volcano of anger
For you are the one who abandons the melodies from my soul
And dispels all the sorrows from my soul
Color my life and don't make me a ruler
For my feelings towards you are like a sea of flood
Whenever the years bother me, I accept the brilliance
And spread security within me
And make my sin forgiveness
Oh Lord, the most merciful of the merciful
Let me spend the years in the garden
Eating pomegranate fruits from the tree
Perhaps I will smell the scent of basil
Or the bird will make me an artist
I draw and I don't care about the colors
For if the memory of time dissipates, I will lose all that in seconds.
About the Creator
Kisama Riyo
I have always been interested in poetry and essay, especially rhyme style, so I decided to post my essay here and see if I have any talent in poetry or not.



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