Saturday 18 June 2011

The poetry from the needle of heart

The love of the heart is so different
The death stretches it
with every heart's beat
Your eyes melt down in remembrance

The days of smiling
The days of wisdom
The breath of a slave of Allah
The company of obedience

The days of oceanic eyes
Whose smile can drive the pain away
Whose hands smell like roses
He will be in the room of roses

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