Withered Heart
Here are the wheat spikes-
In the first dawn joyful hours;
Loosen her braids while
Dew slips above her neck,
Roaming up and down,
Approaching slightly
As a nightingale song,
Or as adorer towards
Those golden homes
Here are the wheat spikes
In the first dawn joyful hours;
Loosen braids
Like a charming breezes,
So why - as a gloomy cloud
My heart withers?
Written by © Fatima Nusairat
Copyright © Fatima Nusairat | Year Posted 2014
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