The Skies were bleeding
Fairytales arise
In times where love dies
The cemetery is wide
With hearts that couldn't fly
The skies were bleeding
As he was seeking
To revive a feeling
In the season of death
And the weather only changes
With our emotions
Our inner commotions
The season of burial, means you are dying
But hope was not lost
Because no matter the cost
He knew love was love
A new soul, that's what it was
No need for words nor touch
And overall it was binding
Which wasn't surprising
And when that soul leaves him to meet her
This story may have two endings
- Mada El-Horr
2014
