Muhammed
A sense of event never left my mind,
I still believe there is a lot of magic in our world full of kind:
,,Who steers me?", was question that will always arrive.
I fell my warm tears dripping down my cheeks doing sleep:
I sat near a lake.
It reflected my face.
My arms holding my legs near my chest, I stared on it.
I didn't got bored and i didn't felt a sense of time.
Everything seemed of course.
My white clothing out of silk seemed thin,
even though rain poured from clouds formed like cotton candy,
it wasn't cold at all.
When they lay on my skin, they left warm touch while running down my chin.
When it fell on my chest, I didn't felt any uncomfort at all.
Socks I hadn't on, but I didn't mind at all.
It felt like an outgoing home, the place seemed Familar,
even though there was a lot of pathway to go,
I didn't wanna go.
I saw a reflection of the shadow of a man the waves carried.
,,Asalamualeykum'', the voice echoed in my brain.
It triggered a sense of love I once already unlocked.
I turned my head clockwise,
I just saw a smile already holding me tight,
giving me the hug I needed to make my thoughts order choices right.
Tears followed up filling the lake,
like fingertips stroking my face,
And even though his eyes were embraced in sunny light,
the sadness was a comforting release.
I wish I turn in heaven,
I already know the place.
We already know the place.
I want to see you again muhammed.
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Adna Demiri
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