Dance of Death
Dance of death .... or life uprising ......
She dances over the wings of darkness
As a black horse without a bridle
Stars cheer for her.
Don't you remember the wounds?
They flock to it as a peace muzzle
Everyone wants to hunt and satisfy her Adam .. And the spirit is Hiam
Sorrow, soreness, and cries of Ashjan
I draw on my pages their eyes and their inhabitants
I play the strings of broken hearts with amorous melodies .....
I mimic graves ...
My silence is a rebellion
And I kept quiet
In the absence of time and time hell
The guitar of death has not stopped
Her playing is the rattle of time
I shout among the bleeding witnesses.
Sagir notes
I won't mention the wounds ...
Painful memories, and my nerves incest
From my pride the morning sun will shine
And the death dance will not be my dance
And it won't be the end of my story ...
I will not plant Rodi among the tombs
And I put the good and the flowers ...
And from love I will play a good melody ...
And I plant between the mourning and the morn, and the shades of Jasmine are shaded. .
To be the dance of the Mona tigrid .... authentic ... and unique ..
And we dance together a dance I named it
Love dance ... and hope ..
And I filled it ... snooze before ...
By d. # Mona_Dia
(Lebanon)
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