In a strange city called Bucharest <br />Walking in the heavy rain just alone... <br />I was feeling so bad, feeling so sad <br />From my wet skin to my smallest bone... <br /> <br />Frankly, I didn't want to come back to the hotel <br />I was eager for a drink of wine... perhaps a bottle! ! ! <br />Very tired but I didn't want to go to sleep... <br />Something inside me was hurting so deep... <br />My body was heavy like I was holding a tone <br />I waited long to hear the ring of my dam phone <br />Maybe you will call and I will hear your voice <br />But it seems… In a strange city called Bucharest <br />I was dreaming and waking up was the right choice… <br /> <br />I returned to my room just alone <br />With a belief that Love doesn’t belong to this cold city… <br />Love can survive in an open space and not a closed cone! ! ! <br /> <br /> Wael Karameh <br /> June 30,2009.<br /><br />Wael Karameh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-love-in-bucharest/
