Don't worry me Don't give me kiss on the cheek As long as you imagination This is what separates us is the dam Between reality and delusions mountains Whatever you climb it, fort is solid Don't turn back to the past, there are Its you, and she is me Our love issue differed by judge And my lips are covered I wish its call you Or sunk in my salty tears And to get closer to you And my voice is hoarse and wounded Is calling and conversing you... To get rid of the game of nostalgia Stay away from my body a little bit Sleep is not brings us together And our love conversing the sky Distant sky, doesn't hear us And in the garden I see serenity I wish you was with me And your hand in my hand How...? And this love outburst And came fragments and break You still wont the morning kiss? The morning didn't come The morning is forever and became years. By: noor alfar.

These are poems that need interpretation from the reader, but the true interpretation is like an inside joke... no one will get it, and it's not as meaningful when someone explains it.