قصصيدةة صصبآحكك سكككر [ نزآر قبآإني ] مترجمهه

If a day passed by..
and I haven't remember
to wish you
a morning as sweet as sugar

and I began scraching like a child
a meaningless words over the surface of of a note book

don't get boared by my amazment and silence
and don't think anything has changed

when I don't say I love you
it means that I love even more

if you showed up one day in a dress
so green like
the grass of lakes
and your hair thrown over your sholders
like the sea, like the splattered dimention of night

and as I started deeply inhailing my smoke
sipping the ink of my bottels, ..getting drunk
don't judge me, calling me cold
and don't think my heart has became a stone

and through i llusion, I grow your hair
wheat, almond, and forests of thyme

if you sat infront of me long enough
like a queen made of scents and alabaster
and you closed my eyes off you
neglected the grouch of the perfumed shirt

do not believe that I do not see you
because, somethings are seen better through the mind
In the shadows, your perfume has it's own voice
and the dimentions of your eyes has became widder

I love you more than love, itself.. but
let me see you as I've always imagened

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