my heart in my heart
Is destined to worship the light of heart,
Like an ocean is inevitable to water,
And feel is ibseparable to blowing winds...
It flies from one nest to other,
Like a light mingles between two earthenwares...
How can i separate vision from a burning sun,
N silence from the diving fish?
How can i deprive essence fron the blooming rose,
And freshness from the misty leaf?
So is my heart is destined to feel,
The heapness of love in this garden of fresh aroma,
And thunders of clouds in this heavenly grazefield....
Hiramalik
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