The…timeless Surf...0605-2010 - Poem by saadat tahir
I wish my flowing tears; stood witness,
to a crashing loneliness, in this cess.
O'had we not made a forsaken start,
and none had bet for a broken heart.
Hopes, heart, dashed to bits on distant isles,
to impassable barriers of a million miles.
The armada's hopeless tryst with far-off rifts,
stands alone, cluthing, fistful sands, as it drifts.
Lost to anguish, hurting wistful desires,
ambers doused afore the raging fires.
I wish those memories; would just wash,
spare me the pain and enduring splosh.
Heaven intercede, to completely erase,
the mindless waves, sadness and craze.
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