Thursday, February 16, 2017

aina- gazal-

-mirror  that  i  am polish  me  even more
-to  dazzle  like  no  other  can
-holding  secrets   scared  to  open up
-put  me  away in closed  books to  save stories
-yes,  new  blossoms  will  blossom after  i  am  gone
-dried  yellow  leaf  i  am  drop me  from the  bough
-line  of fate  i am not  written on walls
-so  impossible  for  you to  rub me  off
-when did  i  wish  my  dreams  come  true
-when  did  i  wish  to  profit  from my  faithfulness
-reflection of  myself  visible  in which  sadaf
-transparent   if  you  are  be  seen in that  mirror

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