When i look beautiful i look exactly like my grandma,
I loved sunsets the way that mother’s do,
I took my life to the sun,
The midnight one,
Of my falling spring, falling over a mountain,
At a world that will see the beginning,
As it will see the end,
Both of them holding hands,
I want to hold hands,
With the sunsets of the sea,
While i run at sea floors, knowing,
Running is actually hugging sunsets.
I loved people who had faces,
Of many oranges and yellows,
Who can’t face me nor themselves,
While i face the inner lane,
Of my films and theirs,
And films yet to never come,
And films too good to ever come.
Timelines are getting near,
Mercy killer, merry blood moon,
Over that mountain,
While no climbers are born..
And no climbers and born,
No climbers, no caves,
Sea floors were missed, are.
Sunsets aren’t set as a lover,
But a way to go,
Although a lover was a sunset once,
Both of them were on the go,
So let’s go where thehy take us, over the mountain,
Missing sea floors..
Where the world ends and ours begin,
Searching for a way in,
To climbing it all, and quiting it out.
zaki monzer 