Poetry is like camels, birds, horse, sea and land and its fondness..
Its a state that changes into states, and soon become a country.
A poet is an imagination of a lover for his genuine feelings
My Sun..
You blew my heart from north to south
and yet I still couldn't sense the wind outside
It's all for the eyes of my beloved and king of my heart
Try to remember his morning laughter.
His color of cheeks and how the dimple is showing every time i tweak
One look at my eyes, while we stand face to face is enough..
For I wake up and realize it only a dream, hope and a deep sigh..
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