One day I cried ,
In front of the mirror by my side ,
I see everyone play hide and seek ,
But not me who suffer and sick ,
They got golds in their hands ,
But not me who need to crawl till the end ,
Everything was ruined --
Made me forgot how to smile ; forever .
I blamed jokes ;
They planted fake hopes .
O Lord ,
I need my sword !
The snow started to fall ,
Gracefully ;
Outside the window ,
Kissing the meadow .
And I let the snow sang the melody --
In peace .
Sister in Islam ,
Brother in Islam ,
Hear me from the heart ,
Hear me again and again .
Hear me from your lantern heart ;
From your dua'a --
Allah does love you .
He even gave you a chance ;
To hear me sang while no one can't .
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PoetryTrue love never dies . | Warning : Broken grammar detected | It's not the end . But when it comes to the reality , its must end . Nailed it : 10 March 2018 ; 1812 ; MS .
