A Dream Eve
On a dream`s eve,
soaked with wine and sorrows,
you said you love me.
You kept saying it,
and I kept believing you
although I now know the ugly truth:
You only loved the walk on the lawn.
Do you see where we ended!
You are telling lies,
and I am denying the facts!
I owe myself four years,
and I pray that the bill wouldn’t become a life.
Copyright © Safaa Sheikh Hamad | Year Posted 2015
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