منتديات الضالع بوابة الجنوب

i long for my mother's read
My other's coffe
Her touch
Childhood memories growup in me
Day after day
i must be worth my life
At the hour of my death
Worth the tears of my mother.
And of i come back one day
Take me as a veil to your eyelashes
Cover my bones with the grass
Blessed by your footsteps
Bend us together
With a lock of your hair
With a thread that trails
from the back of your dress
i might become immortal
Become a God
If touch the depths of your heart.
If i come back
Use me as wood to feed your fire
s the clothesline on the roof of house
Without your blessing
I am too weak to stand

I am an old
Give me back the star
maps of childhood
So that i
Along with the swallows
Can chart the path
Back to your waiting nest.