Music
Music
Like a raindrops,
When racing October, smoothly,
Shaking upon ember pulse
Ah _ I adore its talk,
When fear roars into myself and calms
And when the minaret of the village,
Exclaims my name,
Like a successive waves,
On the banks of sorrow
And when my old friends,
Taking a farewell look,
It’s lying down next to me
As a white star,
Dancing between five sleepless angels
Upon endless greenery land,
Playing grief tunes; the tunes of the end
Copyright © Fatima Nusairat | Year Posted 2015
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