Flowers that bloom by the song of fire,
hope of eternal love burn down the desire,
howling at the moon,
a painful night that came so soon,
Into the garden of love,
I thought I found a home,
it was just a mere illusion,
like a stranded man finds a mairage that bought him to his doom,
birds singing and the morning dew,
many beautiful moments yet so few
a dreadful morning that came so soon. ~SA
- Author: Shaheer Agha ( Offline)
- Published: May 6th, 2023 05:03
- Category: Love
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