One Fine Evening
Swirling autumn leaves of oranges, red and gold.
A month of beauty that’s easy to be hold.
With late dawns, and early nights.
Month of crimson sunsets, and parting birds.
An oath has been taken, to be transparent and sincere.
Nothing to be hidden, but respect was clear.
Long talks and late nights.
Revealed souls and dreams.
Unfold stories, without critiques.
Like north and south poles, pull like magnets.
Magnets can't attract, when they're far apart.
But we’re always together, inside our hearts.
Before what happened happened.
Uncertain and confused.
Shattered hearts.
Decisive decisions.
Nothing in hands.
Love thwarted,
by an unknown
long wait.
Let me step into the shoes of my own life,
it's the fatalism in me once again.
Let me sow love, I know that what I feel is not lure.
It's the most magical feeling I've ever known.
- Nesma Attiatalla
Swirling autumn leaves of oranges, red and gold.
A month of beauty that’s easy to be hold.
With late dawns, and early nights.
Month of crimson sunsets, and parting birds.
An oath has been taken, to be transparent and sincere.
Nothing to be hidden, but respect was clear.
Long talks and late nights.
Revealed souls and dreams.
Unfold stories, without critiques.
Like north and south poles, pull like magnets.
Magnets can't attract, when they're far apart.
But we’re always together, inside our hearts.
Before what happened happened.
Uncertain and confused.
Shattered hearts.
Decisive decisions.
Nothing in hands.
Love thwarted,
by an unknown
long wait.
Let me step into the shoes of my own life,
it's the fatalism in me once again.
Let me sow love, I know that what I feel is not lure.
It's the most magical feeling I've ever known.
- Nesma Attiatalla
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