Empty Hands Poem by Saiqa Ejaz
Empty Hands
Slowly slowly i
poisoned my life
may be
i could forget
the heat that burnt my heart
may be
i could leave
the light that darkened my love
may be
i could stay
with my positive burst
may be
i could show
the ashes of my soul
may it could be possible
but it always be the same
at the end
in my hands
nothing remained
i could show the ashes of my soul may it could be possible but it always be the same at the end in my hands nothing remained a lovely write.
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5/10/2024 10:00:07 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A great start with a nice poem, Saiqa. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks