The golden of the sun,
spread on the roof tops.
The blues of the sky,
Smears on the miles apart.
The echo's of Adhan,
in the salience of the atmosphere.
The softness of the breeze,
on the pales of her cheeks.
The thundering of the hidden storms,
in the calm of a soul.
And a dainty hand,
scribbling on the whites of a paper.
Maybe,
just may be,
Could explain the
blooming of young but eternal
new born love,
in the garden of a human heart.
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An: hey there people!✋
So after a long time i posted something. As for this poem, it's incredibly close to my heart well, it's about the true feeling.
Oh and just want to tell that i hv won an online poetry contest on insta by this poem so i hope it would be a worth to read..
All the love and hugs..💞
Haya Sahi❣
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Echos of Words
PoetryFew empty words, hollow in appearance but full of emotions and deep thoughts. Read if you want to relate or want to thought deeply. , may be ya'd find 'em relatable...
