As seashells
A wandering mind
Roll on your feet
moment reached,
You changed it on my head
Your beautiful crescent moon.
The weight of the full moon
I would not have endured.
A thin crescent
Not easy.
I have endured without fail,
Draw and fade
As the first strip,
As a treasure of the lost sky,
As the softness of a smile
In memory of these words.
A big responsibility – N
You put it on your head.
A flash of thought
You pinched.
Enduring pleasure
So thin burden!
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So happy to see you're back with. Loved this wonderful poem!
Lovely poem, Ahamed! ✨