Tuesday, January 15, 2013


By: Ali Taha Alnobani

© 2013 by THE BIRD(http://www.thebirdali.com/)

I didn't dare to tell her

Damn ... damn

I couldn't say what I want

Damn ... damn

When she talked about love

The words escaped from me

While she was closing the door

My heart was looking for a tee

Moments were like a  maze

Made of fear and desire

The friendly song which the trees sang

Appeared to me like fire

What shall I do?

If the way scrolled back in the haze

Damn ... damn