By: Ahmed Al-Sheikh
Actions clash like withered leaves in the wind.
There is no point in closing your eyes, for the truth remains.
A memory as pale as an old abandoned house
whispers of love and brings back the pain of confession.
The pain of separation remains the most difficult pain.
Memories and longing bring us back to our last meeting and fill us with regret
There is no point in closing our eyes, for here
is an absent memory,
stirring misery after the confession of love,
asking the days about the names of pain,
bringing back to the heart the pain of flowing tears
in hearts that narrow for love and expand for separation.
