Sleeping Night Poem by Fatima Nusairat
Sleeping Night
While the night sleeps..
On my arms like a baby..;
And.. the dream is waving me..
Over the plains of thorns,
And..I vainly drag the tears on
Tombstone marble....!
I was bleeding the poems vainly
From flanks of the night..
And..the dream becomes black wall!
In any a new dress, will the day wake up..? !
While the days are narrow..
And..there is no cilia to the land
To prevent road dust..! !
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4/23/2024 4:53:10 PM # 1.0.0.1119
poignant poem with the raising question at last In any a new dress, will the day wake up..? Over the plains of thorns, And..I vainly drag the tears on Tombstone marble....! ...what words has penned by u brilliant