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Haifsa Oct 2018
Fading sunlight in the horizon
Falling leaves in breezy autumn
While nature paves way for hope
I wish this self to be lost and forgotten
Similar to tides, uncontrolled and heightened
A lone wolf yowling at her sight
Adjoined by the constant urge to be isolated
Fervent to cut loose the rope of gloom
Like a lost traveler in search of dwelling
A barren land thirsty for rain
Tired of this skin and mind
To devastation this heart is intertwined
What is lost darkens my soul
Your voice and memories cut deep through
Your brown hair blowing in wind
Hazel eyes sparkling in the sun
Echoes of your footsteps,
Deepness of your voice
Still surrounded by your existence
Harmed and scarred, I want to leave
Fragile lives and untamed hearts
Filled with fiery of desert storm
I want to run, away from your hue
Before I turn into an emotional massacre
Did I really deserve? Did you really want?
Let the leaves of our memory fall
And the blossoming florets wilt
Clinging to hope with intemperate self
Permit yourself to grow vines by own
Ashen and burnt, bury us in ground
Let youraelf grow either as roses or thorns
Amongst all this I realize what Rumi said
Nostalgia is a powerful witch indeed.
To new beginnings and old life, memories i have made and all the people i have loved, when the decision of moving on hits you feel nostalgic, a little hope that your past could have been better dies hard
Haifsa Oct 2018
I stepped out of my gloom

In the the gibberish street

Stomping steps, chattering mouth

Men running around, Women carrying children

Some making choices, others laughing in corner

I looked around more deeply

Sky seemed in motion, thousands birds flying

Pretty girls, Handsome men crossing me by

I stood there, my ripped pyjamas, over sized shirt

Uncombed hair, being a muddy puddle beside a green river

Unable to find, where do i fit?

Do i belong here, do i know them?
Sometimes i really feel an urge to escape and to run away. i feel like a misfit, a person who has not yet learned the ways of survival.

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