And I'm a bird with one wing

Lion.

I used to tell you about what you love, yellow flowers, oaks, and so much love that breaks in my eyes when you don't hear, I gather yellow jasmine that doesn't wither quickly and adorn your forehead.

I was picking all the conversations that make us a harmonious couple, I always failed, because I reveal everything and nothing remains of me, only half a faint voice remains, whispering a few letters, I run towards everything that unites us, and I fail, as if I were in vain .

And how can I be, even if it is of one use, while I am stuck here, between the ceiling and the floor..the night chokes the soul and passes its aura away, like a single-winged bird, unable to fly.

I was and still am in love with everything beautiful and contradictory, like hugs despite crying.

Hey Laith.
Crying has a heart that cannot be consumed by fire, Laith, as if my soul is more painful for you.