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Zarbakhta Khan Poem
" A NIGHTMARE "
I remember the good days,
When you were there to hold my hand.
Teaching me the right ways,
You protected me from the wrong end.
You taught me how to fly,
And that the limit is beyond the sky.
In all my ups and downs,
You were the one to count on.
But I woke up to this nightmare,
That you've been sent elsewhere .
Now the heart carries a deep wound,
I promise I try, but can't move on.
Like a constant in my life,
Your support helped me survive.
Your prayers kept me strong,
Helping me face the darkest times.
And I woke up to this nightmare,
That your soul was to be found nowhere,
Earth was gloomy in dismay;
I remember that dark September day.
The sorrow is too much,
For I cannot bear the loss,
Because I feel very small,
I'm afraid I'll stumble and fall.
For I woke up to this nightmare,
And I miss your love and care,
They ask me to move on,
But I deny the fact that you're gone.
Copyright © Zarbakhta Khan | Year Posted 2017
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Zarbakhta Khan Poem
Sweet summer child,
You know not of the cold
That hits you hard.
It aches your soul
and wounds your heart.
Scars are left behind
To haunt you for
Days. Years and centuries.
But Spring;
Comes forth.
Heals the open wounds,
Washes the worries
In the drizzling rain of
the pleasant season.
With the Pleasant breeze
That sweeps away;
the broken dreams.
The soothing sunshine
gives hope.
Birds sing melodies
Of your strength and courage.
So wait for spring,
Which is a journey of;
Friendship and love,
Hope and faith.
Awakens your soul,
So the heart will carry
No pain.
Wait summer child,
For the blooming flowers,
That will spread colors
In the dark Days.
Copyright © Zarbakhta Khan | Year Posted 2017
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