Saturday 4 July 2015

Xuda

looking around,
can't find nothing just me,
alone, in the pitch-black day.
who said there is hope!
can't trust life, even death.
walking slowly, carefully,
looking for teeny hope.
can't see but feel,
something reach me up!
Has different name!
I call it xuda.

Besar Kurdistani

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