Death Valley - Poem by sultan mahmud
o flower don't blossome,
make me charam, any smile
your beauty, your shine
will lost apeall, then in vein.
o bird's dont's crips this way
throuh your sing alluring, makes pretty
but how long you sing your song
nothing except memory everything worng!
o spring i m really charm to you
i drink your beauty with my view
but it is true that all green, youth crown
after a little, will be brown!
so o flower, brids or spring
all of you are beauty but not everlasting
after a period i will be your's ally
and will stop together in a death valley.
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