Ashes of Love
In the coldest zephyr,
I heard your voice as an elegy in the gust of wind
" I am the pen,
and you are my ink.
Together,we are the syllables. "
" You are not my wound
nonetheless
I am your ointment.
Together, we are healing
each other. "
"I am the soul
and your are my breath,
without heart,
we are completely dead. "
" I am the matchstick to be our light in the night
and
your are my sky,
together,
we fly to the
seventh paradise. "
Copyright © Aamy Khan | Year Posted 2022
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