By: Ahmed Al-Sheikh
A promise crucified on the gate of absence,
Its banner whitened by excessive reproach,
Hope becomes postponed and departs,
Like a stranger hiding in the paths of ruin,
Tell us a story that will make us forget,
For our hearts bleed and longing consumes us
Like a hidden disease in the depths of the soul,
But dawn will come and gather our scattered pieces,
and wash away the wounds of existence with light.
The absent one will return and our hope will blossom,
so that the heart may write a new chapter of life.
