Wednesday, June 1, 2011

The Gipsy Clouds

By: Ali Taha Alnobani
© 2011 by THE BIRD(

My sweetheart who left me before a year
Today was very near
I saw her when I was drunk
In my cup
And also in my fear
I wished to tell her about the muddy way
Over there, at the crazy row of thoughts
Inside the dream of the sea
That got bored of futile boats
I tried to call her
But she couldn't hear
And the life reared to me its rear
I saw her in my cup
My lips wished to sup
But the gipsy clouds screamed:
"You must feel shy if you cry
You must forget yourself
Or die"
My red rose which was covered with pain
Was washed today under the rain
But the ugly faces scattered over the show
And fired the colored train
None of us said no
Just a wind played with a vane