sir, 'ovlove
they do steal light
from pockets of mirrors
and shoot the moon
with breasts of whores
sir, 'ovlove
i've made all my pillows
from the snow of russia
and when i tried to dream
they released..
their dark song sparrow
sir, 'ovlove
i'm still a saint with no sins
but love, these poems and tomorrow
sir, 'ovlove
the light is my serene soldier
as, orange tree in christmas'
but, the snow
i need it, , sir, ,
it's the message..........
in poemhunter
ahmed khaled
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sir-ovlove-the-snow-is-the-message-in-poemhunter/
