THE FREEDOM

Syria…you wander in my mind with an undying memory

Of lovers embraces until the morning glory

Of that grooves, steep mountains and beautiful valleys

A land where all once lived harmoniously

Today, I hear the cries of children endlessly

A Father, Mother, Daughter, Brother, Sister, all locked in tears so sadly

Death slipped in ever so vengefully

To its FREEDOM..I encircle eternally – dmoodymoon-

WHEN DEATH BECOMES YOU

When death becomes you
There is nothing anyone can do
I hear the whispers, cries of friends and loved ones
For this incomplete life I yearn for another chance
To dream, hold and cherish the memories of you
Of the tomorrows when you say I do – dmoodymoon –