I am gone with the wind Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn Just for you My blessing will follow you I will be there Everywhere In your wakefulness In your dreams I will be there Between irises and pupils of your eyes Between your mind and your thoughts Between your lungs and your breaths I will be there My name is every word you will say My voice is every sound you will hear My face is everything you will see This is my blessing Don’t think killing me will change anything Because I will be there Even in my death My blessing will follow you Yara Mohammad 04/01/2006 London |