ByAliSadeek
I walked by the sea one day,
And heard a song lost in the waves.
I wondered—was it a fleeting dream?
Or whispers hidden in watery graves?
The echoes swayed, calling me near,
A voice so wild, yet soft and true.
A melody painted in colors deep,
A song of longing, a love I knew.
"I've waited for you, for endless tides,
Yet only now you hear my tune.
Your presence stirs my restless heart,
Stealing sleep beneath the moon."**
I answered back, "Oh, cruel sea,
Your waters shine, but rage inside.
Once I loved you, free and bold,
But found your love a storm in disguise."
"How can I trust, when in a breath,
You turn from calm to wrath untamed?
You drown my voice, silence my heart—
Tell me, is this love, or love in flames?"
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Ali Sadeek Ahmed
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