Burning Fire
Memories are my wider thoughts
Peeping past my widowed weathers
Checking onto my lighted dreams
Gaping for my reckless tiers
Born with a curse to forget my dreams
To get diverted and to along the flow
To wave a signing off to my goal
To shake my hands with the world's filthy truths
Silence is my retrieval to the never-ending
Pain of my broken wings but nothing
Can break me that I am a born fire
Copyright © Hasna Naharsha | Year Posted 2019
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