The bronze of the ages among the first
Love of the humans from the ancient
I take the thread in awakened memory
Of the conscious
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There is a feeling of cold in this poem, the metal evokes it. The coldness of the past comes into contact with the warm of the present, the feeling is being enriched and poetry was born.
breathtakingly beautiful! ...i stand in awe....the words make you catch your breath! ..hatts off!
Ammmmmmazing expressions! The way you looked at...fine indeed! -++10
a beauty in black...beauty is in black...a beautiful poem devoting its whole body to love...good piece 10
wow......beautiful.....lucky girl...sadiq whom you write this for.....
Beauty has no colour. God has no colour or form. all the colours visible and invisible are the refections fo God. Dear Sadiq its a really very good piece.Thanks a lot.