. Beautiful eyes. // The poet .. Hazem Hazem
My Lady has not departed from me and left me.
All your mouths and your wounds.
And your tastes.
Your anguish was illusion and fantasy and just.
Smoke, fire, storms and rain.
Storm, cold and smoke.
And I am scattered in your sweetest days.
But you still take me in my hands.
And sent me to the distant distance of the moon and the stars.
And when the moments pass you are still there.
Alone, your eyes are from them.
Where are you with beautiful eyes.
Why did we distance ourselves from each other?
Loving lovers.
Where are you and gone to the heart of Maine.
Why did you leave me in Ohami?
And I am from you to you the morning breeze.
Narcissus, lily and moss.
And when thou hast gone away from me, I have let down my heart.
And stole my lips smile.
Tears remained alone in the eyes.
I lost my steps and took my breath.
In my grief.
And when thy anger is brought to me,
Take me to the presence of you and longing.
And nostalgia where you are accompanying the eyes.
Beautiful.
I am after you in my soul and soul.
My heart was not shaken by any other lover.
And you are still beating with laughter and whining.
At every moment I wait for your arrival.
Where your perfume still makes me happy.
And fills the mood and spirit and perfume hands.
Only you have stolen my soul and my heart.
I did not remove me from the eyes.
Beautiful.
... Hazem Hazem
Al-Tai.
Iraq.
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