I’m talkative
I’m talkative of forbidden words
I’m talkative as a singing bird
Full of natural shrewdness
I’m talkative about life’s unfairness
About the end of a gloomy song
About an injured soul that left sadness in my heart
Behind the thickest layer of my view
Free as a bird
Full of words of love
I’m talkative about imprisoned stars
I’m talkative
I’m talkative about a black stain in the middle of spring
About ripe roses that shudder under cold rain
I’m talkative
I’m talkative about the light of passion that led me on
I’m talkative about the dream that dampened my heart
Shahla Latifi
July 18th, 2019
- Author: Shahla Latifi (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: July 18th, 2019 16:37
- Category: Reflection
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