منتديات الشروق أونلاين - Stolen page from an Algerian notebook

Just standing drawing my yearnings
As a green dreams!
On a red Algerian notebook
Engraving my name with water and creams!
And teasing the henna leaves
Hey, you who is going to carry my next yearnings
Please handle them with care
Because the henna does not like to be anything else, but red
Its redness is smiling when I am far
When I come closer, it cries
And I start living my blues
It comes to injure the virgin palace
With it’s right hand
While the lift stay virgin and dry
My pen start getting mad
So it starts bleeding red thing
Instead of ink!
Oh tears please give a chance to the ink this time
And go far away from the Algerian land
Stay in your island,
In the desert,
I don’t care where
I just say decade is too much pain!