In the Name of God بسم الله
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Love is the strongest knob in a chain Love is the hot tear in every pain Love is for thirsty like rain Love is the flow in vein Love is Hussein Hussein is Love Flows in veins his Love For thirsty rain is his Love Hot tear & every pain is his Love The strongest knob in chain his Love
A Painting of YOU I took once my colors to paint YOU Truly from where to start I have no clue The images i have are really so few What elements I should have in my view? Let my picture has a sky & let it be blue Also a river with the same color too It will include a sun? yellow! I knew Then four roses standing in a queue Blue will be two while red the other two Finally a white horse with a beautiful cue I started with blue and painted the sky Blue is for you and thus it is high The river was wide and I can stand by It also was clear crystal like an eye Then it was the sun yellow as in July Was shining but dare toward it to pry Later the four flowers; blue, red and shy YOU are the fifth but not with them why? I then painted the horse, white I apply It was gorgeous; you can ride you can fly Finally I am painting YOU; Oh my GOD, NO Who can just imagine what i really saw The blue sky is crying blood you know? The river as well has stopped to flow The Sun wishes to be down and even below I can hear her moan, listen to her crow Begging a cloud to avoid seeing the show the four flowers fainted and has no glow They became red not anymore blue; nor in row Moving in circles, the horse holds his tow The tears in his eyes; he is trying to stow Not white but also with red as cut by a saw Standing up sometimes then kneeling so slow What happened to my painting why all is red? It’s blood! It left the paper! All over it spread I can feel the dim; black is all over shed It is YOU in my picture but why with no head? Why YOU are sleeping? why with no bed? Where is the horse? why this lady instead? Why she is holding YOU up? what she said? Why she has no veil? I can't look ahead The flowers are moving bleeding and shred They surround YOU all, but one just sped She screamed “MY SON” are you really dead? “MY SON HUSSEIN” to whom I shall dread
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