The World In Prison of Love
Who owns my heart dungeon?
To prison all my lovers
To prison my heart inside my heart
But where is the key?
Certainly the key is my life
And I am the jailer
Who possesses my heart dungeon?
To prison all flowers of land
To prison all colors
To prison the spring and winter
To prison the air and rain
To prison sunset
To prison the morning
To prison the feelings and concerns
In my heart dungeon! ! !
Prisoners of love are meeting
Singing for love
Dancing among dreams
Drinking a toast to the meeting
Exchanging of cold kisses
flirting meadows of the hope
Writing on the wall of prison
Words, numbers and letters
Drawing the cross
Drawing the crescent
Sculpting the statues
To record all stories
Stories of mysterious prison
The sunken prison in heart
The prison that was created from the soil
The world behind bars
And I am the jailer
And the prison is besieged
With pulsing memories
Besieged with night's eyes
Besieged with candlelight
Besieged with moonlight
Besieged with my arteries
And I am the jailer
My prison is green oases
My prison is a white napkin
My prison is a cemetery of the longing
My prison it is my heart
And I am the jailer
And I am the jailer
Copyright © Naji Almurisi | Year Posted 2013
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