By ♥ Mohammed Moussa
Now while I’m sitting alone,
looking at the glamour of this calm sundown
drinking a cup of coffee to drown
my evening longings.
I start to yearn for my passing memories.
Surely, life is passing so quickly,
I can feel my flashing days while they’re
escaping from my present.
And the rushing memories of my life, while they’re
vanishing in the air of reminiscences.
From time to time I ache from the
echo of my bygone memories.
Therefore, at the moment, I actually
miss every single passing moment in my life.
And I feel that I long for
drawing my memories on the wall of my present.
Maybe I really suffer from the pain of longings.
Thus, on November 3rd I call my nostalgic
moments of love and joy to visit me once more.
Photo : Gaza ♥ Karim Zidian Photography ©