Evening twilights

By Mariyam hiba

There was a time when we were holding hands below the overgrown canopy as we were bidding adieus at the end of the evening twilight. The words we shared that day are still undimmed through the veins of my heart. It's as if we are standing together when the world settles down to caress the night. Today even when you are hidden far from the eyes, the embrace of the silence we enjoyed makes me sing. Dear, so don't make me sad. The moments you gave me live with me. The spring that no one sees blooms. Aren't all hopes built, no dreams left? May the rest of the hope be comfort to you, even if the tears are relevant.

Me too. Even though I know that you are waiting somewhere, I am apologizing to the mischief of nature that did not add me to you. The knowledge that you are happy is enough to soothe me with my conscience. To tell our stories. May you live a happy life full of life and health. To commit my love for you to my conscience, the radiance of immeasurable, innocent love that I gave without expecting anything from you, and the desire to see you happy is enough. My friend, so don't be sad, the moments you gave me live with me. The spring that no one sees blooms.

By Mariyam hiba