Carrying lightening and thunders,
In my palms, and like beads of gold,
Precious stones, rubies and diamonds.
The prayers oozing from raised hands.
Dusted and puffed pages of history,
With borders of sweet smelling binds.
This upturned stone on a stream,
Whose sighs are hidden underneath?
The ancient lovers hid their love,
Above bosoms, on a brave chest.
A lover today would burn in own fire.
At stake is "love's pledge of honor ".
Sadiqullah Khan
Peshawar
February 8,2013.
Photography: Ken Lee
Location: Ancient Bristlecone Pine Forest near Big Pine, California, USA.
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