some time I"ll ask you how it feels
to hear someone special"s name
to steal some one"s heart
to look innocent with stolen hearts
alone by the sea shore
to write someone"s name in sands to rub them
to dream of him to be close to him
to gaze at him
to wake up then how it feels
impossible it is to fulfil one"s desires
to lose them when gotten them how it feels
new fragrance, new season, fresh life is possible
to give up all past hopes how it feels--
fakhrah gul
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