Some big days of Life.

By Jinan Ahmed

I Met this one, n' I was hard-time traveller, All eyes on her, made me feel the weather. Her's structure is a beauty of brightness, n' Inside has a romantic kindness.

Loves crying when her freedom's hurt, Becomes all wet, quiet and shut.

Gloomy little eyes gave an emosion, My place became a sudden attraction, ''Beautifull" place gave an expression, Place requested to get into attention, Sang one and got some consideration, Was looking me n' place got more affection.

We talked! I fall more n' more thout a doubt, She planted a lot to grew and sprout. A feeling that's first one in my place, All for her's beautiful face and plays. The sprouted one's now are the trees, Full of her's wanderlust memories, With many tears of meaningless flees.

Place was compelling to show her, That how my place was ready to share. Told that, would be always there,

To hold tight and take care.

Wasn't satisfied with and declined hopefully, Said, had one to share her's melancholy.

Sprouted trees now are in calamity, With so much despair and wrought with pity. Place applied; don't giveup, make it calm, You has ray of hope with gale of charm. Don't loose it, it's got something warm.

At the end, the hope did help me a dozen, Tho, it was late but now I'm the chosen. Places of us combined and its infinite, Nothing's ever gonna make it separate. She's mine and I am her's, believe it.

By Jinan Ahmed