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Jul 2018
On the roads of pain we met
By a date our scars have set
By an explosion of emotions I let.
Gently, you told me,
Without looking into my eyes,
"Lean on my cries and just forget.
Let out cries collide,
Never let your tears hide,
So that the sadness fade,
And nothing but banishment get"

We tore part of our souls,
To erase the memories of screaming owls.
Those,which kept reminding us of darkness,
And death's calls.
We tore them, to regive back the colours,
To our pale falls.

We burned our past to the ground
Ripped the misery out of our bodies,
Without moaning,
Or making a sound.

You composed out of my screamings,
Relaxing symphonies,
Out of my cries relieving chords,
You turned my blackness into sung notes,
You sing, to heal the broken body,
Of its everlasting loneliness.

Like a falling statue,
Because of you, my blue turned into ashes
But you, gave it all back to me,
When your heart decided to belong,
To someone else's.
Eslam Dabank
Written by
Eslam Dabank  21/M/Bethlehem, Palestine
(21/M/Bethlehem, Palestine)   
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