Fazza's Poems

5. Gossip

The dark clouds gathered before thunder

Oh I wish (if only) the rain would deliberately rain down and touch carefully her palm
The most important thing is I felt her in my veins

The memories of her flow steadily

They are like the fire that makes my heart beat

I hide grief and sadness and I managed to hide them well

I ignore desires, even if they are present

And bitterness grows together with the longing

Others whisper to see the poison work its duty and prevent love from blossoming

And the gossips increase to the tune of lies

The arrogant seductresses fill in with their quire

How to lower grievance / sadness of the world on an absent random girl

I feel joy for she came back and I feel annoyance for the compulsion of holding her back
On the night of fire, the heat leaves her burning, and she covers up her grief

I am a man who is being strong, breaking my tears into small pieces

I shy away from the comfort of a young gazelle who already took place in my heart

and left traces on my cheeks as a witness over it.