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Safety Land

Afrah Al-Kubaisi

 

  Take my hand… my back is heavy from sadness days

  Take my hand… my heart became a wound and a breakage

  Medicate me… because I lost my doctor

  Medicate me… because nothing can heal my injury except love

  Erase dreams… paint dreams… and build castles from fantasies

  I love you as a wizard that creates hope…

  A wizard that webs from Jennies' stories… stories to tell me

  Be a wizard… be anything… I love you anyway

  Do not throw me from mural…

  To crash tears made of crystal

  Do not burn me over the seas…

  Scatter water will not cool me off

  Do not make from my love… unhappiness

  And from my honesty… games and conceit

  Keep me as I am… keep me

  Or take my hand… do not make me sad

  Because love is clear and pure…

  Like a sky filled by colors…

  Like a sky rains the kindness…

  And like necklaces hanging from angels' nicks

  Love me like that… love me

  As a sun raises that makes souls fly

  And a spring that ends all pains

  I do not want a love that makes me suffer

  I suffered enough…

  And all I need is someone to takes my hand…

  Someone to lead me to a safety land

 

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