Morning

eyes cried without you
expecting your return

any and every dawn
you provided the beautiful start
to all that matters

saddled now with absence
taking control the wake starts
the dark nature empty
of true love

Too Many

Not finding confessions, this woman washed away with haste strange names. Mainly that would seem unfortunate, as his influences she would later give holding his hand

Two brass buttons played, kneaded, the subject which fortunately then a serene smile would teach him about victims today. Many dominate and awoke at times without concern that the serious head toe reflex extracted these solitary visions.

The smile, pretty teeth, the judge, he exceeded his lying words and enigmatic guarantees. Illusions had extracted with the sigh, how morals belied your daily life.

Expanding lungs form very sublime small lights feeling to the soul with the tears that allowed the business industry and the man the example such power. How vanished you based the life as to clamor, sing, the dancer.

Flaring to pure transition. Reality put on her gloves.

Can that day be the color all black
realizing that all die
indicating the soul does not suddenly
leave earth

caught and suffered the night air
the good man whispered
the lover staying communicated
clear passion

imminent she would listen
hear the beautiful dream
murmurs from you and the wind
dissipates soliloquy

Don’t Judge

This pretty much says all one would want people to know while they

are grieving and mourning.

Najwa Zebian