This golden blood
Let it flow and flow
Fill wounds and scratches
Even if it smells as
All the condensed shits
Out of all these holes...
This mine-handed curse
Let it flow and flow
Meet moments of forgiveness
Understand passed times of
happiness
When things were simpler
Such as the first creation
births...
Former beautiful days are
lost
Fragile strength times are
killed
So
Let it be so
As is...
Pain fighting pain
Hope facing hope
Carrying flows and
sparkles...
This gold-filled glass
Is but as sour as death
But still
Running still
To the deepest darkness of
mine
When surrendering dreams
Where the loneliest
Set
On the shore of rain drops
To stay
In that place of
No more pain
Would exist anymore..
The place I could wish
To belong
In my inside me,
For a short while,
Maybe, perhaps
Hopefully
One other day
Scarefully
Out of a golden
Whiskey blood...
Amal Kayasseh
21/10/2014
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