Void

My anatomy revealed a hole
A void that my death left
She was alone…
It was a forlorn path
From one exile to another

Void as is …but a void
Fill it ….my land
With the cherries of spring
And almond flowers
A folklore …from past
To carry me through
The forlorn path

Yasins mother
And maybe Rasul Daar
Know stories of past
Whilst the hole was
Still my youth

The youth I lost
In sands of time
And the hole
My friend remained on…
In me
till
death did us apart….