No longer found,
In tears in rain,
The blue cloud whispered,
Then my whole body slept,
On my dry salty face.
Water drops passed beside,
And all the voices fell with it,
Except the ones of our spring.
Some of me took me as me,
Others wondered by,
Where are they?
The ones who were and will?
Get rid of an orange empire,
Trade it with plastic heads town,
Did they , will , feel the blue cloud?
It’s my superpower to make feel.
Nobody entered an exit,
Because i never knew when i first loved winter,
Winter soil,
I’m still looking for the winter – my lover,
So i can’t have a lover now.
It wears me out,
Once i sleep with my entire face,
If i run in morning?
Or run at night?
Under rain,
Under rain,
So i stay awake,
The dark is not taking residents tonight.
Awake heart,
Only fixed part,
With two bridges holding it of thought,
One is the run under a blue cloud,
And a ticket to my shivers,
It wears me out, the ticket,
Weights on my handbag.
I’m just a page unwritten on both notebooks,
The was and will , or is,
A page you needed till they left,
With no exit doors,
Not bearing the art of them, themselves..
That i made of me, our spring,
Looked like a real thing,
Looked like the real thing.
More than a word left unsaid,
The times i was a question to the world,
When the answer could be heard,
Remember me, when i can’t,
That I’m not just a word,
But a page , unwritten , blowing in the wind,
When i ran under a blue cloud, not felt
Between two rain drops,
In a dark night,
And an art film , unsent ,
All gathered, on winter’s soil ground,
All my body, rest on my head,
Entered an exit , reset
zaki monzer 