Let Me Cry
You don’t know.. How I feel?
I'm moistly droplets
Waiting to rain.. Out of grey clouds
It's not a lover's quarrel
Or a father and daughter's fight
Nor wanting the earth penniless
In every curve of the globe
Wind had dried
Humanity once, wrapped the earth
Now everything, big and small
Burning furiously
It's not the sun that burns
Just us created balls of blaze
Burning all
And you don’t want me to cry
Out of fumed grey clouds
©2006, Nasra Al Adawi
Thank you ~shutupyourface~ for the photo posted in flickr.com
posted by iamnasra at 1:49 PM
8 Comments:
Nasra...lovely and moving. Safe journeys!
Thanks Don
beautiful
this is sadly beautiful. and ironically, I feel like crying right now.
I like that.....will come by again for more!
Lovely thought there
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Just came through your poem. Loved it it, though you don't follow a fixed meter yet you did a wonderful job there.
Am into poetry too, you may refer my blog if you felt like it.
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