اتعلق بخيوط القمر الفضه محاولا الامساك به فلا تحتملني لاقع بين الموجات النيلية الفيروزيه فتحيطني جواهر اللوتس الوردي
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every heart has its seasons
but mine never come
I have no reasons
why my life is empty of a love bird’s hum
some hearts have their winters
when rain never stops
sometimes storms hit and their world rocks
some heart enjoy summer with birds songs
others live lonely with autumn cruel winds
their hearts leaves slowly weirs
while my heart is slowly dying
some hearts in love skies are merrily flying
but still I hopefully dream
for my seasons to arrive
and so my heart will start its’ life – See more at: http://allpoetry.com/poem/11892370-seasons-of-hearts-by-yassmin#sthash.kdTwgyPX.dpuf
Originally posted on soumyav:
Hence the old tale revives
from the night of dead
been in exile for moments
gasps and breathes
well in time
had a second been delayed
it would have faded the
nope! it can’t cease
as the mystical saga
liveth within the soil
for the eternal lyrics
while the paroled speeches
seek one another.