beyond this so
called city of a
concrete jungle

lies a field

where golden
honey thick
sunlight

makes my dark
skin glow

bright sunflowers
and red roses

go wasted under
my swift feet

and dreamers
still find time

to look at the
moon

and to steal
starlight

for their
glittering eyes

i'm leaving early
tomorrow

paint me on your
dusty canvas

and make me
immortal

when i'm gone,

floating in space

and suffocated by
dreams i can't
create.

- hiba