as the hot sun blazed
and the clouds turned grey
his cheeks prickled with a tear
he craved for a better day
the chime of her bangles
he couldn't help but graciously beam
he fought his opening eyelids
he couldn't unravel his dream
khair
listening to: bereft in the fatherland
Sans helmet
2 weeks ago
4 comments:
This is quite interesting
haboob gotta say this inspires me. nuff said
:)
Fricking hell is what i am thinking.
Reading your poetry, my heart is sinking.
Why i am at a loss for words, i cannot explain.
Probably because this work from you has shocked me again.
Keep it up.
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