Sahar Sahar Biography

When the slow day,
awakening me,
from memories of you,
that haunt me,
...

it goes through me

like a sword
...

How long it took,
from ripen to fall,
when i seeded a stare in your eyes, , .
kissing the sky, while riding the clouds,
...

You are still,
loved, and in my dreams,
susceptible to haze of dusts and smokes,
Converged to black holes,
...

This day.........,
Is not like other days,
I am thinking you,
In some different ways,
...