Sighs
Many lives;
Those sighs you heard!
Not a bird's noise when
enjoying, in the arms of the wind,
Nor a rage of firewood when
shining, under the sting of fire.
Many stories,
Those sighs you heard!
It's weeping softly,
towards you now!
stepping up.
Many stories
Can't only extinguished
Can't only but die.
Copyright © Fatima Nusairat | Year Posted 2014
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