It was somewhere under the moonlight,
where I could see those eyes full of rhyme.
Where I could rhythm those lips,
by a flow of love, by tender and a kiss.
Oh! God! How did we depart?
You were right in front of me...
as young as two yellow lemons among the grass.
Never thought that red sweetness could turn...
into a pain that knocks at my door.
I ignored the pain. Yes, ignored it...
but that burden ignored me no more!
Halsho Zangana
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-was-somewhere-under-the-moonlight/
