Love Poem: Songs Shall Kill You
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Written by: Dia Alshirqati

Songs Shall Kill You

She was laughing so much
Starring at my face
And her soul would expand as a lake
catching my fear from its end
Holding my hand so tight so I can feel her love
Oh, 
That city
That house
That room
That ancient window
Those tiny freckles on your face
Which the war had copied 
and pasted as wounds on my memory
And Those crimson lips.. How pale they became!
How could I color them now, with my gray fingertips?
Oh..
I beg this war to take me 
This solitude may not suit me 
And you, my darling
Have changed .. Changed a lot
Since our last hug
Your face is no longer like a glorious morning
News of death, and names of martyrs had tortured it
Even your body.. It is dry, as if you are a model of sorrow
Your excessive generosity 
Your negotiations with your wild despair, tortures me
I realize that you are dressing up for death 
with all this sorrow 
But..
Don't think of me too much
Don't worry about me when you reach the heaven
I give myself to the ecstasy of the evening songs 
Believing in what your crimson lips said once:
Darling, one day the songs will definitely kill you!
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Translated by: Fatima Naimi