Shall I a sun
be or a hurricane?
Shall I cry or
smile?
I don’t know
if I should rise or go away?
If I die,
Everybody will
lose an exceptional sky
I'm lost, I'm
done
I'm hopeless; I
am a rusty crown
Happy I am
when I feel unique
Sad I am when
I feel a freak!
My thoughts
long for friends
And my mind
misses any new trends
Some consider
me a walking museum
A monument of
chivalric heroism.
Others view me
as a musty antique
That resembles
a meek.
For them, I
feel pitiful
Because they
are not careful
That I was once
upon a time
A legend who can
give infinite diamonds.
Fatima
Awada
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