"The kindgdom!"

she had a kingdom,

and she chosed the king,

it was the dom,

where she should live!



her king was the shadow,

that she had seen,

standing on the corner,

of a magical scene!



he was the love~

she dreamed about!

he was the truth~

she never doubt!

he was the joy~

of her life!

he was" HER EVERYTHING"~

HE made her ALIVE!



today,

he killed her~

as he left!

he just ignored her~

too bad she felt!



now,

her kingdom~

remained the same,

a sad love story, without a name!

pure, true love, became a game!



as her king~

was simply absent,

for that love~

her heart, she blamed!

The way she felt~

she couldnt accept,

then in her kingdom~

she barried herself!



she put her heart~

on a shell,

she throw it away,

far of sight!

then all alone,

she planned to live!



she faced her future,

she faced her fears,

killed as never,

filled with tears!

that bloody picture,

filled with pain,

was never far,

as death was near!



The end

6-april-05

9>45 am

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الحياة لقاء وفراق..........و ما اصعب الفراق ....حينها تتناثر الامنيات وتتمزق الاحلام في دروب الرحيل فلحظات الرحيل قاسية لحظات يهجر فيها من نحب المكان ولكن يغرس فيه بذور الذكرى ....ذكرى الزمان وذكرى اللحظات.... فتبقى الروح تعاني من ذلك الشتات

لحظة تنشر بقايا روح معذبة وخفقات قلب مرتعشة......لحظة تعانق فيها الدموع شواطئ العيون وترسوا فيها بانتظار سجود الأهداب

ولكن مع الزمن يتمزق ذلك الرحيل.ويختبئ في جوارير الذاكرة بصمت... الا ان يتلاشى في اعماق الكون