The evening's sun in your ocean eyes,
The rays beaming, on the edge of time.
On the high neck, peaks, cliffs, behind.
The desert of shoulders, in the valleys,
Of presaged aroma. On the lips, on the chin.
Envy the kempt garden, and smoke whirling,
Signs of warmth, desire, and hope.
The sight's visage, up, down, far and between;
The last drops of a heavenly bliss, in my heart,
Sunk, like a hermit's emptied holy cup.
On a sight of sunset on March 1,2013, on Motorway, near Taxilla.
Sadiqullah Khan
Islamabad
March 4,2013.
Photograph: Sunset at Goa, @Goavoyage.
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