Oh, My Pure Poem by Ibrahim Hydarah

Oh, My Pure



time goes out,
rose - like every thing - wrinkles,
but you still out of time:
beautiful more, and young more.
tell my how, oh my pure? !

Monday, September 22, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: rose
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