In Meadows Where Wildflowers Sway... Poem by Mohammad Younus

In meadows where wildflowers sway...
...with divine grace,
And in deserts that echo with whispers of...
...divine praise,
There dance we to sweet melodies divine,
In rhythms that make our souls entwine.

As if Guitars strumming, bees softly hum,
Our hearts are lifted, spirits overcome.
With each note, a tale of love is spun,
In the golden threads of the rising sun.

Legends of lovers, their names revered,
Their music timeless, never disappeared.
In their footsteps, we follow with pride,
In the caravan of love, we forever glide.

Their fire, a beacon, still burning bright,
Guiding us through the darkest night.
In the depths of our hearts, their song abides,
A symphony of love, where eternity resides.

The beat goes on, the rhythm's embrace,
In melodies that time cannot erase.
For we, the lovers, forever shall hear,
The music of love, resonating, ever near.

MyKoul