april [5: 2021] | 10:21 | Dementia
Poem entitled:
Novel writer
,,
'omran_el_darwish' 🖤✨ ..
,,
I may not live tomorrow
I chose you with tears, and he became my part
Absent and dark in my eyes in my crying, and it became normal and my heart shed, so that it was lost and in my eyes, I became nap and with my tears, and if I wanted him in my absence after I miss you, It is possible that I will not live tomorrow. There is and there is nothing, so take some of my half and half of my life. Leave me what remains for me. I complete what remains in my hand, which is lost at night
©omran
O