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Asif Razzaq Poem
While the bells are ringing high,
While the sky is lovely blue,
On your lips I see a feel of shy,
A romantic atmosphere I can see as clue;
Your beauty is soh with rocaille,
I left my life alone in cromlech without key,
How motivic is the tune of the organ’s coil,
Labile is the world and tycoon is the sea;
For if I quit myself and sonicateit into a sort,
I need you in the other case for a bond,
For if I find feria of pain overhere in my heart,
Eidetic memoriesin my eyes,eina never going to be found.
Copyright © Asif Razzaq | Year Posted 2013
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Asif Razzaq Poem
While the bells are ringing high,
While the sky is lovely blue,
On your lips I see a feel of shy,
A romantic atmosphere I can see as clue;
Your beauty is soh with rocaille,
I left my life alone in cromlech without key,
How motivic is the tune of the organ’s coil,
Labile is the world and tycoon is the sea;
For if I quit myself and sonicateit into a sort,
I need you in the other case for a bond,
For if I find feria of pain overhere in my heart,
Eidetic memoriesin my eyes,eina never going to be found.
Copyright © Asif Razzaq | Year Posted 2013
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Details |
Asif Razzaq Poem
While the bells are ringing high,
While the sky is lovely blue,
On your lips I see a feel of shy,
A romantic atmosphere I can see as clue;
Your beauty is soh with rocaille,
I left my life alone in cromlech without key,
How motivic is the tune of the organ’s coil,
Labile is the world and tycoon is the sea;
For if I quit myself and sonicateit into a sort,
I need you in the other case for a bond,
For if I find feria of pain overhere in my heart,
Eidetic memoriesin my eyes,eina never going to be found.
Copyright © Asif Razzaq | Year Posted 2013
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