How Love Contrived, Restored Faith
At last my doubts had to face death,
Faith took a life-feeding fresh breath.
I’d feared, wet soil my steps would trace,
What luck, ah grass grew on the path!
And lost, watching the setting sun,
None saw how sad my face turned hath,
As to my cheeks that had turned red,
Lights went off, gave life to my faith,
And rain that came washed up my tears,
Wondered, how love its say sayeth.
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Ghazal |10.02.2022| love, faith
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