Note: Before you read this poem. It's a part of a tale I wrote this part called (the lost page), note that 100% from my imagination no real events and no real characters.
Hope you like it!
Over and over she breaks
A falling tear on her cheeks
Truth dwells on veracity of themes
Crushing those fears
Bending over the pervert
Once those sounds were on the highest supreme
The belt was strong and tight to the extreme
She said: Could thoughts underestimate my fears?
Walked that long empty road
Till her feet are droning and to the board
She ran with buxom
So she cried and said: he graced me with his cold bosoms
The moment I slept in his arms
Leaving the world in endless siestas
With cold and winter
The waves of the sun are veering
At a blink of the eye it only sees the horror
Standing on his perch
With never ending misery
And undo every memory
Cold those cages were over the edge
Lacking water and nothing to feed
On the side there was a tree
Thought it's never free
It was the beginning of a new page
Staring at that tree
Hope is here
but misery is never there
The sun shined and the rain was ready to fall
On the coffin of his it yawl
To the world to hear the sour
and my heart disintegrate to holes
In seconds it was lost
Like a disease in the mold*
Weakening it until it reaches the core
Surd the ears became
On the sound of music she danced
With wealthy smile it shines
The surrounding of thoughts
Rises* above souls
Mind my careless performance
Never thought it will bode
In the field of the rose
High above the Guillaume
Reached the point of agony
That ate the body
From inanimate to ash of Moy*
Oh God its parody?
Wash his body from this despicable sin
And the crows looking for the flesh
With one eye it hunts
Oh irony! Look how it end
With creed of the freedom
She believes in him
The road was full with the cram*
Only he created his doom
But she was left behind; so she sang
And the dawn begin to spring
Warmth her heart and with snug look on her golden ring
Of Moy's memory she knew her grieve just began.
-The End of Part I-
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*mold: is (v) body/ جسد
*rise: is (n) highness/ شموخ
*Moy: name of the character (the husband)
*cram: crowd
