I was crying, holding a child in my arms,
the lightning continued and I cried more.
when I drew the curtain,
there wasn't any child in my arms,
but I was still crying.
its pain was heavy,
and their life on my arms
was like an empty cradle,
thus, I said:
"Why did I cry?"
And the lightning struck,
and the storm took everything away with it...
...but here, in my awake nightmare,
some mothers became alone,
and I cried,
like I became alone, as well.
By Baroun
