Lovers and Poets
i wonder sometimes
where lovers go
when their hearts die
when all that is left is hopelessness
in the gray clouds
blinding the world below
with a glare of sad, sad death
in this hellish heaven
what can god provide
that such loneliness cannot take away?
why would there be a god
for a lovers grave
where the souls of poets
lie in a deep coffin
where they cannot see the beauty,
hear the power, feel the life
floating in the air
i wonder
if all poets are lovers
all lovers
poets
if they are all doomed
to lie deep and scream
beautiful words
that have no context anymore
if heaven, for a loveless lover,
is nothing more than a false joy
which can never surpass
that emotion of truth
of love without need of words
no poetry or romanticism
is necessary
in the eyes of lovers
who have endless hope
instead of this hopeless end
� neda hakimi
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