August 2, 2009
By , damascus, Syrian Arab Republic
Alone …you left me…
In the dark street
With just a lamp at the end of it
People go by me
Like ghosts

I am still alone
With every one to miss
With a pen and a paper

A day past like a week
Staring the sky
And at night
At the moon and stars
Maybe thinking would help
Maybe it would….

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