First RainEverything is wet and beautiful The colors richer The soft chill refreshing The thirst is gone All is alive againFirst Rain
Everything is clean and pure And droplets of water still hanging In the angelically calm air Saturated with the sweet scent of dust
I can smell you But I can't touch you
A burning spot where you were A hole to hell in my bed The symphony of your voice in my head
Foresee you Forbid you Forgive you Forever you For you
Forgot me.
AHMADTAWIL
oPENIf Shakespeare was alive He would kill me Because I am not able to write, I break the rules of poetry in every line, I make grammatical mistakes and spelling mistakes.oPEN
I break the rules.
With a simple pen And a simpler paper
I break the rules.
Because this is why we write- We write to break free.
We bone from pens, Feather from paper, And blood from ink, We make wings From a simple pen And a simpler paper.
And you, how do you break free?
