A fragrance spreads in the expanse between the sky and the erth. When a frarance spreads very slowly, a country -fair of stars grows in my eyes. The breez ,wearing whispers, passes throgh the windows, when a fragrance spreads.. When destitute leaves, parting from the three, begin their journey , A shadow of reality falls on their dreams. The breez makes lodders in the path of the rainbow, and a soft ,nomeless footstep pass by,when a fragrance spreads. When the season its head above the dust of old pathways, then the dewdrops throw some coins in the bowls of flowers. The world changes its posture, when the fragrance spreads. Your fragrance, then, spreads ever so slowly. Poem ; Amjad Islam Amjad
Posted on: Sat, 07 Sep 2013 19:01:39 +0000
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