The High Hill Poem by Abdul Wahab
The High Hill
Mirror reflects me ditto
Shadow follows everywhere
But fire which burns inside
No one dare to touch or capture
And none is there to call
Or echo my sweet name
So quickly I rush to you
To quench my thirst
With my heart’s content
I shout full of my throat
And how tasty it is to listen
With my own ears in your echo
My own name, the sweetest name
nice thoughts and words. So quickly I rush to you to quench my thirst. like the quote.
But fire which burns inside No one dare to touch or capture This is what makes each person a unique individual. Thanks for the nice poem.
Feelings expressed in many types of imagery that makes it a beautiful write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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