Burning with the fever that multiplies my fear,
And takes away my hope to the realm of shiver;
I search for the word, but it won’t bring you here,
I look for the shine that is going to disappear,
I force my lips for a smile that is not real,
I roll the dice with alerting fear!
I know, you won’t be here,
When I force the fever to disappear.
And that, alone, breaks the limits of my sphere!
And takes away my hope to the realm of shiver;
I search for the word, but it won’t bring you here,
I look for the shine that is going to disappear,
I force my lips for a smile that is not real,
I roll the dice with alerting fear!
I know, you won’t be here,
When I force the fever to disappear.
And that, alone, breaks the limits of my sphere!
The Dot, Princeton, July 2008
2 comments:
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Masoud Jan,
True; these are bitter days!
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