I lost the joy

Lying on the shoulder of the poem, my feelings

A meaning that resorts whenever evil surprises it

I wrote my feelings on the notebook, as well as my silence

I did not want anyone to prevent me from happiness

And fear made me a secret behind the seas

As if I had committed a sin that made me writhe like a broken rib

I saw the sea around me, its blueness awakened my feelings

So who made me in silence like me, like a bird?

From my constant contemplations and thinking, a wing grew for me

Like a wing with which all birds were created

I played on the tunes of my sadness and sadness crept into my soul

As if I wished to become like rocks

So how do I explain the loss of my soul in exile while it is far

From a lover who left her after planting coldness in her heart?

I think he will survive if he tears my lines with his hand

And I will not know that he is the one who ignited my feelings?

It is strange that the earth rotates and in each of its cycles

As if I have become in the darkness of solitude, losing joy?