NOSTALGIA
When the
dawn welcomesMe with
drowning dreamsI wished it
to beMy worst
fine feelings Whisperings
of birds and wordsUtterly
weird and wideNone to
care my pain and waneMarginalized
me now and then Where my
tears rise upIn the skyHow my heart
breaksInto slices Wise,a day
has to comeTo wipe out
my hatredWhich is I
am looking forThat,my
worst fine feelings
JAWID MUKHTHAR ARLADUKA
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