The Truth About Leaves Ah the leaves, the leaves The lovely Autumn leaves Why is it everyone believes They are so fine?
By Ahsan4 years ago in Poets
On a Lovely Evening Night-breeze blows her cheek smoothly. Moonlight emanated her silhouette, He r gentle gentle expression
Unspoken Truth The depths are where it hides. I never go down there. I presume it's neat and tidy, It's the only truth to dare
So joyful is the pocket of friendly optimism chatter exchanged freely in a give and take riding a glorious see-saw to the sky
They forgot about me Left me there alone With all my thoughts inside my little mind Another word I never said about it
Many seasons have changed You are sad too, we are sad too You are not the only one suffering Truth be told, we are also clothed
The Music The music envelops us like a mother envelops her children From the vicious reality of this world we know
I feel this weird attraction, I want to be the centre of your attention, I know I met you in a prison, And maybe you are not the right person,
Removealsoals We are also among your viewers The soul of longing says this in Hajj We are restless with you If the mind is not far away in the sky
She's like a poem, Waiting to be read. She's like a song, Waiting to be sung. She's like a melody, Waiting to be heard.
The sunrays taking; All the darkness away, Love taking all hatred away, Miniature hopes in shapes of stars, Now subsiding in beautiful destiny,
He He has accepted the punishment of being alone We have made love or we have made a mistake The idea is to change course now
