Love Knows No Bounds Poem by Naveed Khalid

The setting sun in drowsy numbness
goes to bed but of late,
beside the oak tree among freshly sown seeds,
full ripe gourd of some hazel-nuts in my account;
of clay and wattle-made thistles by the stream,
that predestined star of thy most high deserts,
slowly drifting away from the sand dunes
to e'er melting snow by the sea-ashore:
of woe-begone love to my shipwrecked dreams,
opes a garden unto my unweird eyen, sweet maid.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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Date Created: Date Created: Monday, Auguest 10,2015 1: 09 PM