Tell Me
Tell me why your cheeks blush
When the cool breezes rush
Why your eyes do flash
when a star in your sky lush
you are always looking afar
at the horizon, waiting him to
carry you a precious load,
yearning, musk roses,
scents and henna,
to have your sweet palms colored
and your golden curls perfumed,
yea and to put my fire out
and quench the violence in me
and hold my reins back.
Copyright © Latif Dhmayd | Year Posted 2019
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