Let's leave this country

I will walk on your path and step in your abandonment like shovels; let's carry bags of love together and leave this country; Since we began our story, our love collided between the crowds of wars in an accident that caused a lot of blood on our behalf. That is why there is nothing that requires us to stay!
let's be on the horizon and let's skip the storms from this place; everything here does not fit your femininity and assaults my masculinity; Neither the streets refuse to be silent due to empty rumors, nor the doors that were without echo flirting with the walls with the ugliness of discourse..

So while I held the tip of your hand, the sky opened up to us with a hateful eye, and it burst forth with scorching rain; But we hastened stealthily and with heavy steps, so we took refuge in the darkness..

And we tied fear in our blood until we reached the border; we turned our faces behind and saw the cemeteries lined with trees harvested from candles; She seemed to be lining up for a funeral and moaning in gloomy voices; I used to see your absence in it, and the connection was severed in it, and thoughts of death agitated in my head, while I sought refuge in you from the emergence of the whirlwind of time and the inability to turn around;And I saw in it our wounded neighborhood, where your perfume still smells on the stones that we threw into an old well near there, while an unjust peasant follows our footsteps and forgets the flock in the barn, saying in a loud voice:

What a silly little boys!




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