Poem by Hana Shishiny
I heard the howling of winds
The storm is getting near
Slapping windows, in a night so blind
Stumbling moon, hiding part with fear…
I smell the aroma of the dinner
Cooked with love, you always wanted to prepare
For a dear one. That should be your lover..
Filling your lonelyness, as i wished to dare..
I hear trough distance
Your favorit music that plays
And.. Your encercling arms
Holding her. And dance….
The storm is howling in my heart
How many dreams,
And then threw to the wind..
How many nights i lived
With mute screams…
How many pages we turn
And start again
How many wounds
We dug a knife deep in
We cry.. And we heal..
How many loving moments, we learned to steal….
The storm is all around
The moon stumbled and hides
The night is longer than i expect
Another dawn.. Another season..?
May be in another life to abide…
By Hana Shishiny
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