A smile killer

عارضة الطاقة : تاريخ التسجيل : 01/01/1970

A smile killer

Thinking about some past years, there was a
girl who was calling , a smile killer,
wherever you are my dear, this is what I
promised you to write:

Starring to the wet street, from your broken
******, imagining that in one of your past
days, there was a child, whose **** was
smile.

Looking to the sky, with its bluish pained
colour, when the rain falls down to the
ground trying to clean the child's foot trace,
and crying for the murdered childhood.

Yes, it was the smile's, lovely little toys,
laying on the street side, waiting for her,
looking to that lane, which became dark
after her, they were certain about how much
she loved it, and they remembered her vital
steps, when she return from her school.

They were waiting for her to tell them her
usual story, again and again, and surrenders
for sleeping, when she just about to reach
the middle, where the pest part of the story
is.

Take a moment, please, asking these little
toys about smile's dreams, because she told
them her deepest secret, and kept theirs too.

She wanted to be a doctor, because her
father wants to.

She also dreamed to become a teacher, in
order to be a great creative one , and be able
to stop violence against student in particular
and children in general.

She hoped to be a translator, because her
aim was to translate the poems she like to
the striking English, she love, and shared its
magic with all people.

A lawyer, she wanted to be, because it
makes her the voice of people, who suffers
from our world injustice, not expecting that
she will become one of them, one day.

What a pity, losing such a girl,,

For you a smile killer.
My sad wishes,,