Many Women Passed
Many Women passed before thy face,
but they haven't read it.
countless women, passed through,
they never left on your chest shades but the Ah
Nor with flavoring love,flavored joyful lips.
Many women Passed vainglorious on your wounds,
Walked without paying attention,
planting your evening with fires and absent.
... My fate, I passed and read,and
Ah I wished, I wished I didn't.
Neither I put down what they burned,
Nor as what they did, I did.
Copyright © Fatima Nusairat | Year Posted 2014
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