Hello how are you? <br />my dearest friend that I ever had <br />How's everything going on with you? <br />missed your old days that with you I had <br />Ye my friend of the sad eyes <br /> <br />I remember how you used to play <br />your harp and flute in gay <br />The fun we had and the happy memories <br />away from troubles and the tragedies <br />Not like now my friend of the sad eyes <br /> <br />I wonder where did you go? <br />and where you are hiding? <br />scared of this world of ego? <br />or maybe you are on your bed dying? <br />Where are you, my friend of the sad eyes? <br /> <br />Here, we have a moon with light <br />and a sun that is so bright <br />But not easy life to be engaged <br />and nothing to you to be compared <br />Ye my friend of the sad eyes <br /> <br />And though they are beautiful <br />the plenty of roses that we have here <br />But destiny and hearts are so harmful <br />in the world we are living here <br />Really missed my friend of the sad eyes <br /> <br />My thought and soul are longing <br />to know to whom am I talking <br />But after many trials to know <br />who is the ghost that I would never know <br />It was but me, the one of the sad eyes<br /><br />Taher Shemaly<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/of-sad-eyes/
