Tear them
A poem by /Abdu Morkos AbdEl Malak
Tear them
tear the letters
burn them
collect the ash,
bury it ,
or throw it in the air
or the oceans.
Words will cry.
They will never die
They will chase you
You will hear them,
even you put your fingers in your ears
You will see them dancing before you
even you close your eyes,
Love roses will grow in the ash
Do not try to escape.
Tear my photos
Break the souvenirs
Throw the roses in the littering bin
Delete the date
You will never escape from your fate
If you could escape from yourself
you would never escape from me
Even I died
I will live forever in you
Abdu Morkos Abd El Malak
جريدة الفكر الحر 