Book...
opening my lifes` book...
with a quaking fingers..
with a scary heart..
and reading..
read and ask...
what is my life...
why that fate which i have...
here it is..
as a lady...
as a tied lady from her hair...
nothing can do..
only to give up to her destiny...
give up from her life..
as a slave girl..
whom wish to die..
prefer a death to this hardly life..
nothing can do...
no prays can helps...
no one can give a happiness..
thats is my life..
as that slave girl...
whom dance always on a fire...
only and just to give a happiness to others...
by: hazem02
hazem al jaber
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/book-10/
