Little Heart
Lest not to drown
into an inch of grief
Oh My heart...
Here I am training you on the joy!
Every day I trained you
To regain the joy of (sun glitter) into your eyes
To regain the (dew of the rose / home /
Lover / friend / city /river and the sea...) and
To regain the joy into your pulse!
Every day I trained you--
So, why my back bowed from the grief
Oh my little heart.
Copyright © Fatima Nusairat | Year Posted 2015
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