maryam kazmi

(England)

Burn slowly


Burn slowly
On the flame of life
Burn slowly
On the flame of life

It’s a fragile dream
Lest it may shatter
Be careful while you
Light this flame

Burn slowly
Burn slowly
Burn slowly
The imminent is inevitable.

The sky never descends.
Burn slowly
On the flame of life
All i wish is to live a few moments

In the grace of your beauty
The dreams i saw through your eyes
Continue to live in my heart
But the edges of those dreams pierce my eyes

Burn slowly
Burn slowly
The imminent is inevitable
The sky never descends

Burn slowly
On the flame of life
Burn slowly
On the flame of life

Burn slowly
On the flame of life
Burn slowly
On the flame of life

It’s a fragile dream
Lest it may shatter
Be careful while you light the flame

Burn slowly....

Submitted: Sunday, February 27, 2011

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