ONCE, at an early morning …I saw him, came from the farness, from the whiteness …he was a ghost or he seemed to be…a fair came a cross me…a tear and a frightened smile…he came closer and closer …my hands tried to reach a light…my eyes tried to discover a truth …maybe it hid in his steps…”Whatever you want…love…hate…tell me” I said to the ghost,” A hate what does this mean?” he replied…” It is a truth in our life…why are we being so afraid of this word…” he didn’t let me finish my words and tried to convince me with some words…” You are my beautiful girl…the light that I see by…a drop of dew on white rose and a perfume from the red one…. you are a bee and breeze…a clouds on clear blue sky…you are a green leaves and yellow ones…you are the night and the day …I am here today not to say bye but to hold you up…to help you my little girl…to save you from the devil which controlled you…from now on… my eyes will cry instead of yours…my mind…my hands….my soul will suffer instead of yours…my, my, my…”I looked at him and tried to gather my leftover, then I went away…leaving him behind on fog with cold…and I was trying to cross my inner ocean and facing its mad wave…
جميلة والاحساس واصل جدا فى ان يعانى الفرد من شىء من الوحدة ومحتاج لحد يخرجوا منها او يمر بحالة من الخوف من الزات والنفس ومحتاج لحد لكى يخرجه من بحر الخوف لبر الامان ولحنان
ردحذف..غير معروف..إحساسك كان أعمق بكل الكلام..أشكرك جدا على كل كلمة..تحياتي
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