I wish
I can show you
the darkness of separation.
The sobbing moon
dying in my arms.
Thirsty deserts
dissolved in my eyes.
I wish
you come back
to heal my blistering wounds.
To free my soul
from the prison of life.
For love emancipates
the oppressed souls
from the brute torment
of worldly woes.
©Hyder
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