Tender Poem by Bushra Hassan

I saw the frost melting, the tickling sound of restlessness as it melts.....
Some restlessness on your face, face of cleared soul with some confused thought...
An useay discomfort facing ua soul raising high in comfort....
The naughty fits hiding under the serious charm of seriousness..
Modest of skies rolling down deep in the crust of fear.....
The unrthymic pace disturbing the grace.....
The rthymic pace searching at the race of space.....
The build in love fading for the unrealistic racing world......