This poem is dedicated to my friend from Saudi Arabia Hiba,..she can remain herself even in such country...i admire her so here is ma poem Enjoy

To Hiba
In the forest of the dying
Covering a tiny spot
A bleeding girl was lying
Choking with her sobs

neither beauty of the nature
Nor the darkness of the sky
Saw that dying creature
Blinded by her cries.

In headphones Evanescence"Tourniquet"
In hand un petit bouqet
Of gourgeous blackened roses
Trimmimg on her robe.

She ran away from everything
From world,from friends,from pain
And tried to notice nothing,
But bitter obscene stain
Enclosed into her sufferings of soal her turning lame.

Pagan Poetry