Spinning In Head

Spin with your full ornaments, Spin in my head. Your hands were stuck in bindweed, Doors and the sun which melts In monotony where shade dies In shrine of the cold Growl at the peak of silence, Hurry up your movements, As in your deep breath, The fire shelters, the secrets And the poems are burning in my chest. Don't pour your perfume While you are crossing In the absences hole I see you trembling as The willow shaken by the wind, I see you filled with oppression, Cracking as river, dying in longing While looking for paths I see you looking back, whirls As the wind wolves gathered In the darkness of death's net Where is the deer O ‘Laila’ Where is the land?! Written by © Fatima Nusairat